Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Whoever embarks with women embarks with a storm; but they are themselves the safety boats.

Up to forty a woman has only forty springs in her heart. After that age she has only forty winters.

Genius has its fatality. Must we not see in its works a manifestation of the will of Providence?

The heart is always young only in the recollection of those whom it has loved in youth.

There are two persons in the world we never see as they are,--one's self and one's other self.

The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console as.