To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life. It is the secret of that sad and melancholy smile on the lips of great men which so few understand.

To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.

The growth and development of the soul is more important than power and glory.

The ideal, after all, is true than the real: for the ideal is the eternal element in perishable things.

To understand is to possess the thing understood, first by sympathy and then by intelligence.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

Action and faith enslave thought, both of them in order not be troubled or inconvenienced by reflection, criticism, and doubt.