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

Never will I give my hand where my heart does not accompany it.

There is no accounting for tastes.

Happiness arises in a state of peace, not of tumult.

There are some few instances in which it is virtuous to disobey.

One act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the abstract sentiment in the world.

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.