Numbers are intellectual witnesses that belong only to mankind.

If youth were not ignorant and timid, civilization would be impossible.

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.

What a thing of fantasy a woman may become after dusk.

Pity is woman's sweetest charm.

There is neither vice nor virtue, there are only circumstances.

Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'