The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.

There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb.

There is so much wretchedness in the world, that we may safely take the word of any mortal professing to need our assistance; and, even should we be deceived, still the good to ourselves resulting from a kind act is worth more than the trifle by which we purchase it.

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.