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 scholar knows no boredom.

Education should bring to light the ideal of the individual.

Repetition is the mother of education.

Nothing is more beautiful than cheerfulness in an old face.

It is simpler and easier to flatter people than to praise them.

Art is indeed not the bread but the wine of life.