A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Like evil, sublimity is also contagious.

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

The boor covers himself, the rich man or the fool adorns himself, and the elegant man gets dressed.

Self-love is as protective as the Deity; Disenchantment is as perspicacious as a surgeon; Experience is as provident as a mother. Such are the theologic virtues of marriage.

Our energies are often stimulated by the necessity of supporting a being weaker than ourselves.

A sacrament by virtue of which each imparts nothing but vexations to the other.