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....?

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

He who knows how to be poor knows everything.

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.

Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.

Woman is the Sunday of man: not his repose only, but his joy; the salt of his life.

Great hearts alone understand how much glory there is in being good.