If We Must Suffer, Let Us Suffer

Nobody Knows Like A Woman How To Say Things At The Same Time Sweet And Profound. Sweetness And Depth, This Is All Of Woman; This Is All Of Heaven.

Dear God! How Beauty Varies In Nature And Art.

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.

Youth, Even In Its Sorrows, Always Has A Brilliancy Of Its Own.

The Most Beautiful Of Altars, He Said, Is The Soul Of An Unhappy Creature Consoled And Thankfing God.