Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price.

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.

Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties.

It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.

Your will shall decide your destiny.

Better to be without logic than without feeling.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.