Popular glory is a perfect coquette; her lovers must toil, feel every inquietude, indulge every caprice, and perhaps at last be jilted into the bargain. True glory, on the other hand, resembles a woman of sense; her admirers must play no tricks. They feel no great anxiety, for they are sure in the end of being rewarded in proportion to their merit.

Measures, not men, have always been my mark.

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

What is genius or courage without a heart?

For the first time, the best may err, art may persuade, and novelty spread out its charms. The first fault is the child of simplicity; but every other the offspring of guilt.

True generosity is a duty as indispensably necessary as those imposed on us by law.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.