Pity's tears are spontaneous.

Lord Chesterfield designated ugly women as the third sex; how shall we place ugly men.

Men are prostrated by misfortune; women bend, but do not break, and martyr-like live on.

There is always a half-malicious curiosity amongst actors to witness the shortcomings of a novice. They invariably experience strong inclinations to prophesy failure.

Misfortune sprinkles ashes on the head of the man, but falls like dew on the heart of the woman, and brings forth [gems] of strength of which she herself had no conscious possession.

Is it not in accordance with divine order that every mortal is thrown into that situation where his hidden evils can be brought forth to his own view, that he may know them, acknowledge them, struggle against them, and put them away?

Beautiful thoughts flit across the brain, like butterflies in the sun's rays, and are as difficult to capture.