The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.
Our vanity is the constant enemy of our dignity.
Feeling loves a subdued light.
Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.
The root of sanctity is sanity. A man must be healthy before he can be holy. We bathe first, and then perfume.
Might we not say to the confused voices which sometimes arise from the depths of our being: "Ladies, be so kind as to speak only four at a time?"