There is something in the ardour and ingenousness of youth, which is particularly pleasing to the contemplation of an old man, if his feelings have not been entirely corroded by the world.

There is some magic in wealth, which can thus make persons pay their court to it, when it does not even benefit themselves.

The passions are the seeds of vices as well as of virtues, from which either may spring, accordingly as they are nurtured. Unhappy they who have never been taught the art to govern them!

There is some comfort in dying surrounded by one's children.

Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in real love.

To a generous mind few circumstances are more afflicting than a discovery of perfidy in those whom we have trusted.

It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one!