Many with trust, with doubt few, are undone.

The brains of a pedant however full, are vacant.

I have often thought that the nature of women was interior to that of men in general, but superior in particular.

Out of mind as soon as out of sight.

Discernment is a power of the understanding in which few excel. Is not that owing to its connection with impartiality and truth? for are not prejudice and partiality blind?

True delicacy, as true generosity, is more wounded by an offence from itself--if I may be allowed the expression--than to itself.

What an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.