The best manner of avenging ourselves is by not resembling him who has injured us.

That grief is the most durable which flows inward, and buries its streams with its fountain, in the depths of the heart.

Compulsion hardly restores right; love yields all things.

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

The fruition of what is unlawful must be followed by remorse. The core sticks in the throat after the apple is eaten, and the sated appetite loathes the interdicted pleasure for which innocence was bartered.

The platform or the altar of love may be analyzed and explained; it is constructed of virtue, beauty, and affection. Such is the pyre, such is the offering; but the ethereal spark must come from heaven, that lights the sacrifice.

Happiness is not perfected until it is shared.