Women have the genius of charity. A man gives but his gold; a woman adds to it her sympathy.

God has laid upon us many severe trials in this world, but He has created labour for us, and all is compensated. Thanks to labour, the bitterest tears are dried; a serious consoler, it always promises less than it bestows; a pleasure unparalleled, it is still the salt of other pleasures. Everything abandons you -- gaiety, wit, love -- labour alone is always present.

If he could only see how small a vacancy his death would leave, the proud man would think less of the place he occupies in his lifetime.

Women have the genius of charity. A man gives but his gold; a woman adds to it her sympathy.