Love lessens woman's delicacy and increases man's.

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

The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

Ah! The seasons of love roll not backward but onward, downward forever.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.

See, indeed, that your daughter is thoroughly grounded and experienced in household duties; but take care, through religion and poetry, to keep her heart open to heaven.