You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.
Self-interest is an ineffable feeling which shall follow us into God's very presence since they say there is a hierarchy even among the Holy Saints.
Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.
Little minds find satisfaction for their feelings, good or bad, in little things.
Reproach is usually honest, which is more than can be said of praise.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.