Who understands much, forgives much.

The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.

Thought can never be compared with action, but when it awakens in us the image of truth.

Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!

A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.

Where no interest is takes in science, literature and liberal pursuits, mere facts and insignificant criticisms necessarily become the themes of discourse; and minds, strangers alike to activity and meditation, become so limited as to render all intercourse with them at once tasteless and oppressive.

A religious life is a struggle and not a hymn.