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.

The more aspiration is partial realization.

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

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

Pity's tears are spontaneous.

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

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?