But does not happiness come from the soul within?
Incurable wounds are those inflicted by tongue and eye, by mockery and disdain.
A woman must be a genius to create a good husband.
A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
There are two kinds of poets: those who feel and those who express themselves. The former are happier.
Many men nourish a pride which urges them to conceal their struggles and show themselves only as conquerors.