Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise.
Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.
One can love any man that is generous.
Patience and gentleness is power.
The loveliest hair is nothing, if the wearer is incapable of a grace.
Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified.