Glory is the sunshine of the dead

You're a fine fastidious young man, as proud as a lion, as gentle as a girl. You'd make a good catch for the devil.

You may imitate, but never counterfeit.

By resorting to self-resignation, the unfortunate consummate.

There are words which cut like steel.

Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.

Ah! how much a mother learns from her child! The constant protection of a helpless being forces us to so strict an alliance with virtue, that a woman never shows to full advantage except as a mother. Then alone can her character expand in the fulfillment of all life's duties and the enjoyment of all its pleasures.