Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds

I Am Persuaded That If The Brutes Even--if The Dog, The Horse, The Ox, The Elephant, The Bird, Could Speak, They Would Confess, That, At The Bottom Of Their Nature, Their Instincts, Their Sensations, Their Obtuse Intelligence, Assisted By Organs Less Perfect Than Ours, There Is A Clouded, Secret Sentiment Of This Existence Of A Superior And Primordial Being, From Whom All Emanates, And To Whom All Returns.

There Is A Woman At The Begining Of All Great Things.

A Conscience Without God Is Like A Court Without A Judge.

Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

The Attractiveness That Exists To Man In The Very Helplessness Of Woman Is Scarcely Realized.