A Woman, When She Is Heroic, Is

God Abandons Only Those Who Abandon Themselves, And Whoever Has The Courage To Shut Up His Sorrow Within His Own Heart Is Stronger To Fight Against It Than He Who Complains.

We Cannot Tear Out A Single Page Of Our Life, But We Can Throw The Whole Book In The Fire.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age, And To Imagine Right Up To The Brink Of Death That Life Is Only Beginning. I Think That Is The Only Way To Keep Adding To One's Talent, And One's Inner Happiness.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.

We Do Not Precisely Enjoy Liberty At The Figaro. M. De Latouche, Our Worthy Director (ah! You Should Know The Fellow), Is Always Hanging Over Us, Cutting, Pruning, Right Or Wrong, Imposing Upon Us His Whims, His Aberrations, His Fancies, And We Have To Write As He Bids.