Wisdom is that apprehension of heavenly things to which the spirit rises through love.

The man whose action habitually bears the stamp of his mind is a genius, but the greatest genius is not always equal to himself, or he would cease to be human.

A flow of words is a sure sign of duplicity.

The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.

However, she wouldn't be the first person to mistrust her nearest and dearest yet confide in the first stranger who comes along: a strange but true quirk of behaviour, whose root is easily traced to the human heart.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Doing his utmost, deploying all his energy, a young man setting out from zero can wind up after ten years somewhere below where he started.