The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.
Providence protects us in all the details of our lot.
O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!
In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.
Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!
Morality must guide calculation, and calculation must guide politics.