Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?
Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.
Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.
Our esteem is apt to be given where we know the least.
Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.
What manly eloquence could produce such an effect as woman's silence?