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?

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

I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough to think before they speak!

Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns, And as the portal opens to receive me, A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts Tells of a nameless deed.

Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an ornament, unless it lead us to good actions.

Ignorance of true pleasure more frequently than temptation to that which is false, leads to vice.

I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to suspicion, however unreasonable; always requiring new assurances from the object of its interest, and thus it is, that i always feel revived, as by a new convinction, when your words tell me I am dear to you; and wanting these, I relapse into doubt and often into despondency.