To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.

Do you know what is the hardest thing in life? To make a choice.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.

Tradesmen regard an author with a mixed feeling of terror, compassion and curiosity.

Woman is stronger by virtue of her feelings than man by virtue of his power.

A sick man, surrounded by those who love him, nursed by those who wish earnestly that he should live, will recover (all other things being equal), when another patient tended by hirelings will die. Doctors decline to see unconscious magnestism in this phenomenon; for them it is the result of intelligent nursing, of exact obedience to their orders; but many a mother knows the virtue of such ardent projections of strong, unceasing prayer.