Good actions are the invisible hinges on the doors of heaven.
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.
One of the magnanimities of woman is to yield.
Well, for us, in history where goodness is a rare pearl, he who was good almost takes precedence over he who was great.
Smallness in a great man seems smaller by its disproportion with all the rest.
We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.