Mistrust is the sure forerunner of hatred.

There are women so hard to please that it would seem as if nothing less than an angel would suit them; and hence it comes that they often encounter devils.

Delicacy is the genuine tint of virtue.

A woman of honor should never suspect another of things she would not do herself.

Servitude is inherent; we are all slaves to duty or to force.

Science conducts us, step by step, through the whole range of creation, until we arrive, at length, at God.

Bashfulness is not becoming to maidenhood, though modesty always is.