The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.

I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the ideal image of you which had remained with me and perhaps shatter my dream with the aid of reality. -Claude Frollo

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

And then, strange to say, the first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity; in a girl, it is boldness.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Certain thoughts are prayers. There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

Habit is the nursery of errors.