The doubts of love are never to be wholly overcome; they grow with its various anxieties, timidities, and tenderness, and are the very fruits of the reverence in which the admired object is beheld.

Compulsion hardly restores right; love yields all things.

To be truly and really independent is to support ourselves by our own exertions.

He that easily believes rumors has the principle within him to augment rumors. It is strange to see the ravenous appetite with which some devourers of character and happiness fix upon the sides of the innocent and unfortunate.

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

The only impregnable citadel of virtue is religion; for there is no bulwark of mere morality, which some temptation may not overtop or undermine, and destroy.

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