Novels Are To Love As Fairy Tales

Motives By Excess Reverse Their Very Nature And Instead Of Exciting, Stun And Stupefy The Mind.

The Doing Evil To Avoid An Evil Cannot Be Good.

Where Virtue Is, Sensibility Is The Ornament And Becoming Attire Of Virtue. On Certain Occasions It May Almost Be Said To Become Virtue. But Sensibility And All The Amiable Qualities May Likewise Become, And Too Often Have Become, The Panders Of Vice And The Instruments Of Seduction.

As A Man Without Forethought Scarcely Deserves The Name Of A Man, So Forethought Without Reflection Is But A Metaphorical Phrase For The Instinct Of A Beast.

To Be Beloved Is All I Need, And Whom I Love, I Love Indeed.