Our worst misfortunes never happen, and most miseries lie in anticipation.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

For young people always begin by loving exaggeration, that infirmity of noble minds.

Woman has this in common with angels, that suffering beings belong especially to her.

It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.

A deist is an atheist with an eye cocked for the off-chance of some advantage.

Kindness steers no easy course. Attributing it to character, we seldom recognize the secret efforts of a noble heart, whereas we reward really wicked people for the evil they refrain from committing.