Modesty is the conscience of the body.

For a sick man the world begins at his pillow and ends at the foot of his bed.

We do not wish success yet we obtain it. Always we find what we are not looking for. These words are too true not to become a proverb some day.

Virtue, my pet, is an abstract idea, varying in its manifestations with the surroundings. Virtue in Provence, in Constantinople, in London, and in Paris bears very different fruit, but is none the less virtue.

He has great tranquility of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men.

Carelessness in dressing is moral suicide.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.