Curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery.

The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.

I am a soul. I know well that what I shall render up to the grave is not myself. That which is myself will go elsewhere. Earth, thou art not my abyss!

She loved with so much passion as she loved with ignorance. She did not know whether it were good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary or accidental, eternal or transitory, permitted or prohibited: she loved.

Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause.

One of the hardest labours of the just man is to expunge from his soul a malevolence which it is difficult to efface.

Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.