There are souls which fall from heaven like flowers, but ere they bloom are crushed under the foul tread of some brutal hoof.

Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.

Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.

A loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

Every friend is to the other a sun, and a sunflower also. He attracts and follows.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

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.