Is there not in every human soul a primitive spark, a divine element, incorruptible in this world and immortal in the next, which can be developed by goodness, kindled, lit up, and made to radiate, and which evil can never entirely extinguish.

Word which the finger of God has written on the brow of every man — hope!

As with stomachs, we should pity minds that do not eat.

People do not read stupidities with impunity.

God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.

She worked in order to live, and presently fell in love, also in order to live, for the heart, too, has its hunger.

The convent is supreme egotism resulting in supreme self-denial.