Pity and friendship are two passions incompatible with each other.

While selfishness joins hands with no one of the virtues, benevolence is allied to them all.

An Englishman fears contempt more than death.

Blest that abode, where want and pain repair, And every stranger finds a ready chair.

Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

The little mind who loves itself, will wr'te and think with the vulgar; but the great mind will be bravely eccentric, and scorn the beaten road, from universal benevolence.

A French woman is a perfect architect in dress: she never, with Gothic ignorance, mixes the orders; she never tricks out a snobby Doric shape with Corinthian finery; or, to speak without metaphor, she conforms to general fashion only when it happens not to be repugnant to private beauty.