By and large, women have a faith and a morality peculiar to themselves; they believe in the reality of everything that serves their interest and their passions.

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

There are as many mediocrities exalted through pity as masters decried through envy.

A rent in your clothes is a mishap, a stain on them is a vice.

It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations. He is at once sublime and touching, childlike and of the race of giants.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Necessity is the spur of genius.