An angry woman is vindictive beyond measure, and hesitates at nothing in her bitterness.

The virtuous woman flees from danger; she trusts more to her prudence in shunning it than in her strength to overcome it.

Genius, like a torch, shines less in the broad daylight of the present than in the night of the past.

The wisest man may always learn something from the humblest peasant.

There is certainly no beauty on earth which exceeds the natural loveliness of woman.

The grave is a crucible where memory is purified; we only remember a dead friend by those qualities which make him regretted.

There are some errors so sweet that we repent them only to bring them to memory.