The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women.

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life.

Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.

It is love, not faith, that moves mountains.

Years do not always make age.