Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

The conceptions which any nation or individual entertains of the God of its popular worship may be inferred from their own actions and opinions, which are the subjects of their approbation among their fellow-men.

Love's very pain is sweet

A system could not well have been devised more studiously hostile to human happiness than marriage.

What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.

Death will come when thou art dead, soon, too soon.