A woman who could always love would never grow old; and the love of mother and wife would often give or preserve many charms if it were not too often combined with parental and conjugal anger. There remains in the face of women who are naturally serene and peaceful, and of those rendered so by religion, an after-spring, and later an after-summer, the reflex of their most beautiful bloom.

A sky full of silent suns.

What Cicero said of men-that they are like wines, age souring the bad, and bettering the good-we can say of misfortune, that it has the same effect upon them.

Age doesn't matter, unless your cheese.

Passion makes the best observations and the sorriest conclusions.

The look of a king is itself a deed.

The miracle on earth are the laws of heaven.