No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.

Conscience is a cudgel which all men pick up in order to thwack their neighbors instead of applying it to their own shoulders.

Love may be the fairest gem which Society has filched from Nature; but what is motherhood save Nature in her most gladsome mood? A smile has dried my tears.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

When women love, they forgive everything...

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.