A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.
God made all pleasures innocent.
Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?
Until I truly loved, I was alone.
I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.
A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers, There was a lack of woman's nursing, there was dearth of woman's tears; But a comrade stood beside him, while his lifeblood ebbed away.