The world ridicules a passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love cannot exist in a heart that has lost the meek dignity of innocence. — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
O! useful may it be to have shewn, that, though the vicious can sometimes pour affliction upon the good, their power is transient and their punishment certain; and that innocence, though oppressed by injustice, shall, supported by patience, finally triumph… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“At some distance from the tribunal stood a large iron frame, which Vivaldi conjectured to be the rack, and near it another, resembling, in… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I ought not to doubt the steadiness of your affection. Yet such is the inconsistency of real love, that it is always awake to… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man,… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“She had passed the spring of youth, but her wit prolonged the triumph of its reign, and they mutually assisted the fame of each… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“My dear sir,’ said Emily, timidly, ‘what mean those tears?’—they speak, I fear, another language—they plead for me.” — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so. Alas! why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“Why all this terror?' said he, in a tremulous voice. 'Hear me, Emily: I come not to alarm you; no, by Heaven! I love… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
I wish that all those, who on this night are not merry enough to speak before they think, may ever after be grave enough… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
Virtue and taste are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and the most delicate affections of each combine in… — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
“She wanted to complain, not to be consoled; and it was by exclamations of complaint only, Emily learned the particular circumstances of her affliction” — Ann Radcliffe Copy Share Image
