In a world of hunchbacks, a fine figure becomes a monstrosity.

The most virtuous women have within them something that is never chaste.

Men who pay their tailors never amount to anything, they never even become Cabinet ministers.

Once she has committed sin, there is nothing left for the Protestant woman, whereas the Catholic Church, hope of forgiveness makes a woman sublime.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

A man wastes his time going to hear some of our eloquent modern preachers; they may change his opinions, but never his conduct.

Study lends a kind of enchantment to all our surroundings.