It is as easy to dream a book as it is hard to write one.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

Misfortune, no less than happiness, inspires us to dream.

When she lives at his palace, the maiden niece of a bishop can pass for a respectable woman because, if she has a love affair, she is obliged to hoodwink her uncle.

Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.

A year at the breast is quite enough; children who are suckled longer are said to grow stupid, and I am all for popular sayings.

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.