In love, such a word, whispered, is a mysterious kiss of the soul to the soul.

One can no more keep the mind from returning to an idea than the sea from returning to a shore. For a sailor, this is called the tide; in the case of the guilty it is called remorse. God stirs up the soul as well as the ocean.

And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.

A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.

People do not read stupidities with impunity.

Strong and rare natures are thus created; misery, almost always a stepmother, is sometimes a mother; privation gives birth to power of soul and mind; distress is the nurse of self-respect; misfortune is a good breast for great souls.

The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.