The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

People who are in love suspect nothing or everything.

The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.

Thought is the only treasure that God sets outside all power and keeps to serve as a secret link among the unhappy.

The errors of women spring, almost always, from their faith in the good, or their confidence in the true

Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than a woman is a woman.

The secret of great fortunes without apparent cause is a crime forgotten, for it was properly done.