Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.
It is the mark of a great man that he puts to flight all ordinary calculations.
It is only in the act of nursing that a woman realizes her motherhood in visible and tangible fashion; it is a joy of every moment.
Friendship is the bond between a pair of kindred souls, united in their strength, and yet independent. Let us be friends and comrades to bear jointly the burden of life.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
Courtesy is only a thin veneer on the general selfishness.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
Chance, my dear, is the sovereign deity in child-bearing.
A mother’s life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future, but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
A husband who submits to his wife’s yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman’s influence ought to be entirely concealed.
