"Let us be true: this is the highest maxim of art and of life, the secret of eloquence and of virtue,..." — Henri Frederic Amiel

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

We only understand that which already is within us.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

Self-interest is but the survival of the animal in us. Humanity only begins for man with self-surrender.