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.

Pity's tears are spontaneous.

Every natural movement is graceful. Did you ever watch a kitten at play?

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

Mme. Deluzy has said that indifference is a woman's guardian angel,--a remark not only applicable in France, but all over the world.

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?