The happiest woman sees not gladness alone reflected from her mirror; its surface will inevitably be sometimes dimmed with sighs.

When greatness descends from its lofty pedestal, it assumes human dimensions.

It is better not to be loved than to be ill-loved or half-loved.

The laws of decency enforce themselves.

Misfortune comes to people who live only on the memory of their past grandeur.

The happiest woman sees not gladness alone reflected from her mirror; its surface will inevitably be sometimes dimmed with sighs.

Before we love with our heart, we already love with our imagination.