In Painting, You Can Suddenly Come Upon

Ah! How Much A Mother Learns From Her Child! The Constant Protection Of A Helpless Being Forces Us To So Strict An Alliance With Virtue, That A Woman Never Shows To Full Advantage Except As A Mother. Then Alone Can Her Character Expand In The Fulfillment Of All Life's Duties And The Enjoyment Of All Its Pleasures.

We Are Never Either So Wretched Or So Happy As We Say We Are.

When We Drink Coffee, Ideas March In Like The Army

The Innocence Of Virgins Is Like Milk Which Turns When Exposed To A Clap Of Thunder, To A Tart Smell, To A Hot Day, To The Merest Nothing.

A Sacrament By Virtue Of Which Each Imparts Nothing But Vexations To The Other.