Love which economizes is never true love.

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

We exaggerate misfortune and happiness alike. We are never as bad off or as happy as we say we are.

Where some one else's welfare is concerned, a young girl becomes as ingenious as a thief. Guileless where she herself is in question, and full of foresight for me,-she is like a heavenly angel forgiving the strange incomprehensible sins of earth.

We love because we love.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

The events of human life, whether public or private, are so intimately linked to architecture that most observers can reconstruct nations or individuals in all the truth of their habits from the remains of their monuments or from their domestic relics.