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.
Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.
Obligation is the bitterest thraldom.
Love is the pass-key to the heart.
It were no virtue to bear calamities if we did not feel them.
One can impose silence on sentiment, but one can not give it limits.