There are words which cut like steel.

Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.

Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.

This surface good-nature which captivates a new acquaintance and is no bar to treachery, which knows no scruple and is never at fault for an excuse, which makes an outcry at the wound which it condones, is one of the most distinctive features of the journalist. This camaraderie (the word is a stroke of genius) corrodes the noblest minds; it eats into their pride like rust, kills the germ of great deeds, and lends a sanction to moral cowardice.

Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.