Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.

Every epoch dreams its successor.

At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.

How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature; as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it.

Woe be to him who tries to isolate one department of knowledge from the rest. All science is one: language, literature and history, physics, mathematics and philosophy; subjects which seem the most remote from one another are in reality connected, or rather they all form a single system.

The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.

Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.