The great secret of social alchemy is to profit best from each stage in our lives, to gather all its leaves in spring, all its flowers in summer, and all its fruits in autumn.

Is there any instinct more deeply implanted in the heart of man than the pride of protection, a protection which is constantly exerted for a fragile and defenceless creature?

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

Those who spend too fast never grow rich.

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.

No frozen-hearted woman ever I laid eyes on but has made duty her religion.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.