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.

Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.

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....?

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

You are one of the forces of nature.

Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.