Love Is Full Of Imagination.

A Sincere Acquaintance With Ourselves Teaches Us Humility; And From Humility Springs That Benevolence Which Compassionates The Transgressors We Condemn, And Prevents The Punishments We Inflict From Themselves Partaking Of Crime, In Being Rather The Wreakings Of Revenge Than The Chastisements Of Virtue.

True Virtue, When She Errs, Needs Not The Eyes Of Men To Excite Her Blushes; She Is Confounded At Her Own Presence, And Covered With Confusion Of Face.

Magnanimity Is Above Circumstance; And Any Virtue Which Depends On That Is More Of Constitution Than Of Principle.

The Platform Or The Altar Of Love May Be Analyzed And Explained; It Is Constructed Of Virtue, Beauty, And Affection. Such Is The Pyre, Such Is The Offering; But The Ethereal Spark Must Come From Heaven, That Lights The Sacrifice.

I Never Yet Heard Man Or Woman Much Abused, That I Was Not Inclined To Think The Better Of Them; And To Transfer Any Suspicion Or Dislike, To The Person Who Appeared To Take Delight In Pointing Out The Defects Of A Fellow-creature.