Love supreme defies all sophistry.

To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

I'm not one of those that can see the cat in the dairy and wonder what she's there for.

When what is good comes of age, and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather. What is she to believe in if not in this vision woven from within?