Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

Mighty is the force of motherhood! It transforms all things by its vital heat.

There are natures in which, if they love us, we are conscious of having a sort of baptism and consecration.

No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.