As for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.

Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.

The malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.

I have found by experience that they who have spent all their lives in cities contract not only an effeminacy of habit, but of thinking.

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

A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

Why was this heart of mine formed with so much sensibility! Or why not my fortune adapted to its impulses! Tenderness without a capacity of relieving only makes the man who feels it more wretched than the object which sues for assistance.