The nature of peoples is first crude, then severe, then benign, then delicate, finally dissolute.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm insatiably curious about human nature.
I am often drawn to what appear at first to be 'dark' or 'difficult' subjects, but which, upon further examination, are always and only reflections of the ways human beings attempt, however clumsily, badly, or well, to connect with others.
Mankind have their local attachments. They have a particular regard for the spot, in which they were born and nurtured.
Human nature is not nearly as bad as it has been thought to be.
No person who is well bred, kind and modest is ever offensively plain; all real deformity means want for manners or of heart.
It seems unpleasantly refined to put things off till someone knows.
Toil and pleasure, dissimilar in nature, are nevertheless united by a certain natural bond.
Materialism coarsens and petrifies everything, making everything vulgar, and every truth false.
All the dark, malevolent Passions of the Soul are roused and exerted; its mild and amiable affections are suppressed; and with them, virtuous Principles are laid prostrate.
Man's nature, originally good and common to all, should develop unhampered.