I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!

Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?

They parted at last with mutual civility, and possibly a mutual desire of never meeting again.

When I look out on such a night as this, I feel as if there could be neither wickedness nor sorrow in the world; and there certainly would be less of both if the sublimity of Nature were more attended to, and people were carried more out of themselves by contemplating such a scene.

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

A person who can write a long letter with ease, cannot write ill.

I should not mind anything at all.