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.

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

I tasted too what was called the sweet of revenge - but it was transient, it expired even with the object, that provoked it.

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

To discover depravity in those whom we have loved, is one of the most exquisite tortures to a virtuous mind, and the conviction is often rejected before it is finally admitted.

When justice happens to oppose prejudice, we are apt to believe it virtuous to disobey her.

How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise man in poverty!