True virtue, when she errs, needs not the eyes of men to excite her blushes; she is confounded at her own presence, and covered with confusion of face.

There is nothing so clear-sighted and sensible as a noble mind in a low estate.

Bright was the summer of 1296. The war which had desolated Scotland was then at an end.

In his fairy dreams of war [Thaddeus] always made conquest the sure end of his battles.

Yet happiness isn't something you chase, it's something you are. It's something you think, it's something you believe.

Goodness is equally hateful to the wicked, as vice is to the virtuous.

We value the devotedness of friendship rather as an oblation to vanity than as a free interchange of hearts; an endearing contract of sympathy, mutual forbearance, and respect!