When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; when man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die!
Anna Letitia BarbauldThe awakenings of remorse, virtuous shame and indignation, the glow of moral approbation if they do not lead to action, grow less and less vivid every time they occur, till at length the mind grows absolutely callous.
Anna Letitia Barbauldif an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.
Anna Letitia Barbauld