Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.

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

It is as absurd to say that a man can't love one woman all the time as it is to say that a violinist needs several violins to play the same piece of music.

When chaste people need body or mind to resort to action or thought, they find steel in their muscles or knowledge in their intelligence. Theirs the diabolic vigor or the black magic of will power.

A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.

Possibly the words materialism and spirituality express two sides of one and the same fact.