A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.

She died praying that she might die.

There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.

I am always on the women's side.

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.