No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.

From the manner in which a woman draws her thread at every stitch of her needlework, any other woman can surmise her thoughts.

Loyalty in time of need is possibly one of the noblest of victories a courtier can win over himself.

Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.

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.

The passion of love is essentially selfish, while motherhood widens the circle of our feelings.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.