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

Do you believe your heart to be, indeed, so hardened, that you can look without emotion on the suffering, to which you would condemn me?

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

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.

The world ridicules a passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love cannot exist in a heart that has lost the meek dignity of innocence.

Vanity often produces unreasonable alarm.

When one can hear people moving, one does not so much mind, about one's fears.