Between being able to and actually doing something lies an ocean, and on its bottom rests all too often the wreck of willpower.

Where would the power of women be, were it not for the vanity of men?

If there is a believe that is capable to move mountains it is the believe in our own strength.

Kindness which is not inexhaustible does not deserve the name.

The incurable ills are the imaginary ills.

The insignificant labor, the great create.

He who has trusted where he ought not will surely mistrust where he ought not.