But St. Aubert had too much good sense to prefer a charm to a virtue.

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.

How despicable is that humanity, which can be contented to pity, where it might assuage!

When the mind has once begun to yield to the weakness of superstition, trifles impress it with the force of conviction.

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

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!

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