The conscience of children is formed by the influences that surround them; their notions of good and evil are the result of the moral atmosphere they breathe.

For the Infinite has sowed his name in the heavens in burning stars, but on the earth He has sowed his name in tender flowers.

What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease.

Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.

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 loving maiden grows unconsciously more bold.

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?