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.

Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.

In the career of female fame, there are few prizes to tie obtained which can vie with the obscure state of a beloved wife or a happy mother.

Self-love leads men of narrow minds to measure all mankind by their own capacity.

National antipathy is the basest, because the most illiberal and illiterate of all prejudices.

The pure in heart are slow to credit calumnies, because they hardly comprehend what motives can be inducements to the alleged crimes.

When the cup of any sensual pleasure is drained to the bottom, there is always poison in the dregs.