Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.
You are my peace, my solace, my salvation.
People are all alike in their promises. It is only in their deeds that they differ.
Of all follies there is none greater than wanting to make the world a better place.
One cannot but mistrust a prospect of felicity: one must enjoy it before one can believe in it.
The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.