There would be no supporting life were we to feel quite as poignantly for others as we do for ourselves.
Of what violences, murders, depredations, have not the epic poets, from all antiquity, been the occasion, by propagating false honor, false glory, and false religion?
It is but shaping the bribe to the taste, and every one has his price.
Twenty-four is a prudent age for women to marry at.
The life of a good man was a continual warfare with his passions.
Women are sometimes drawn in to believe against probability by the unwillingness they have to doubt their own merit.