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

The more aspiration is partial realization.

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

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.

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

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

Women endowed with remarkable sensibilities enjoy much; but they also suffer much.