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

Hope is a light diet, but very stimulating.

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.

Fools gain greater advantages through their weakness than intelligent men through their strength. We watch a great man struggling against fate and we do not lift a finger to help him. But we patronize a grocer who is headed for bankruptcy.

Love is the only way on which even the dim-witted reaches certain heights.

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