Women are aristocrats, and it is always the mother who makes us feel that we belong to the better sort.

If there were nothing else to trouble us, the fate of the flowers would make us sad.

We are more disturbed by a calamity which threatens us than by one which has befallen us.

Women are aristocrats, and it is always the mother who makes us feel that we belong to the better sort.

Be suspicious of your sincerity when you are the advocate of that upon which your livelihood depends.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

If all were gentle and contented as sheep, all would be as feeble and helpless.