The indifference of men, far more than their tyranny, is the torment of women.
The real, in all this efforts, is that we climb just for climbing.
At its starting point in India, the birthplace of races and religions, the womb of the world.
Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.
Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.
Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.