If those who are the enemies of innocent amusements had the direction of the world, they would take away the spring, and youth, the former from the year, the latter from human life.

Ideas devour the ages as men are devoured by their passions. When man is cured, human nature will cure itself perhaps.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

Beauty is the greatest of human powers. Any power without counterbalance or control becomes autocratic and leads to abuse and to folly. Despotism in a government is insanity; in woman, fantasy.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.