Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Memories beautify life, but the capacity to forget makes it bearable.

In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.

At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.

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

Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.

Women are happy to possess a man whom all women covet.