Love may be the fairest gem which Society has filched from Nature; but what is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood? A smile has dried my tears.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

A husband and wife who have separate bedrooms have either drifted apart or found happiness.

The election of a deputy to the Legislature offers a noble and majestic spectacle comparable only to the delivery of a child. It involves the same efforts, the same impurities, the same laceration, and the same triumph.

If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.