The habits of life form the soul, and the soul forms the physical presence.
The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of inferiority.
The good man signed the papers with the innocence of a child who does what his mother orders without question.
The final life, the fruition of all other lives, to which the powers of the soul have tended, and whose merits open the Sacred Portals to perfected man, is the life of Prayer.
The fate of the home depends on the first night.
The fact is that love is of two kinds — one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
The exercise of thought, whatever people may say, is more noble than the exercise of bodily organs, and we give precedence to science over cookery and to intellectual training over hygiene.
The caresses over which love presides are always pure.
The bed is the whole of marriage.
The bad points of others show out so strongly against the good that they usually strike our eyes before they wound us.
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
That there are many husbands fine in figure and of superior intellect whose wives have lovers exceedingly ugly, insignificant in appearance or stupid in mind?