Human nature is at its base amicable, because if nothing hinders it wants to please.

All of us, however, are more or less its unconscious victims.
Competition is not alone the life of trade; it is the life of life; for each of us is in one way, or another, competitive.

There is but one disinterested person in the world, the mother who whether of the human or animal kingdom, will die for her young.

Yet, after all, hers, too, is a kind of selfishness.
The woman is becoming over much a professional female.

It is of importance that we begin to consider her as a new species, having enjoyed her beauty long enough.