Love is full of imagination.

Virtue is despotic; life, reputation, every earthly good, must be surrendered at her voice. The law may seem hard, but it is the guardian of what it commands; and is the only sure defence of happiness.

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

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!

A generous spirit is as eloquent in acknowledging benefits as it is bounteous in bestowing them.

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

Any base heart can devise means of vileness, and affix the ugly shapings of its own fancy to the actions of those around him; but it requires loftiness of mind, and the heaven-born spirit of virtue, to imagine greatness where it is not, and to deck the sordid objects of nature in the beautiful robes of loveliness and light.