Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.

Superstition is only the fear of belief, while religion is the confidence.

Talent, like beauty, to be pardoned, must be obscure and unostentatious.

Pleasure is like a cordial - a little of it is not injurious, but too much destroys.

Tears fell from my eyes - yes, weak and foolish as it now appears to me, I wept for my departed youth; and for that beauty of which the faithful mirror too plainly assured me, no remnant existed.

We never respect those who amuse us, however we may smile at their comic powers

A beautiful woman without fixed principles may be likened to those fair but rootless flowers which float in streams, driven by every breeze.