At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
Pity is woman's sweetest charm.
In family life people almost always adjust themselves to misfortune. They make a bed of it and hope makes them accept that bed, however hard it is.
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts.
The more you judge, the less you love.
Emulation admires and strives to imitate great actions; envy is only moved to malice.