The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.

For prying into any human affairs, non are equal to those whom it does not concern.

We would be ashamed of our best behavior if the people knew the motives of our behaving so.

Who then can calculate the path of the molecule? how do we know that the creations of worlds are not determined by the fall of grains of sand?

Without vanity, without coquetry, without curiosity, in a word, without the fall, woman would not be woman. Much of her grace is in her frailty.

Many great actions are committed in small struggles.

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