One can impose silence on sentiment, but one can not give it limits.

Order in a house ought to be like the machinery in opera, whose effect produces great pleasure, but whose ends must be hid.

A pure style in writing results from the rejection of everything superfluous.

When death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.

The old age of women is bearable only on condition that they do not take up any room, do not make any noise, do not demand any service; on condition that they render all the service that is expected of them, and actually have no existence except for the good of others.

Our own cast-off sorrows are not sufficient to constitute sympathy for others.

Where love and wisdom drink out of the same cup, in this everyday world, it is the exception.