The polite of every country seem to have but one character. A gentleman of Sweden differs but little, except in trifles, from one of any other country. It is among the vulgar we are to find those distinctions which characterize a people.

Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace the day's disasters in his morning face.

I have seen her and sister cry over a book for an hour together, and they said, they liked the book the better the more it made them cry.

The heart of every man lies open to the shafts of correction if the archer can take proper aim.

There are some faults so nearly allied to excellence that we can scarce weed out the vice without eradicating the virtue.

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.