Nina H. Kennard

“ The whole history of the woman is written in the deep sadness of the eyes, the waxen pallor of the brow and cheeks, which seem worn with the passions and exertions that every night tore the fragile body to pieces, while the tender softness of the expression round the mouth bespeak the mother who wrote: "Come into my heart, dear little one, and find there all the tenderness of which there is an unlimited supply for my sons. It is riches without end that God gives mothers who love their children." ”

“ The portrait will last longer than the play, than the woman, or than the memory of either. A sketch of Rachel, after death, made by Madame O'Connell, was given by Sarah Félix to Émile de Girardin, who in turn gave it to Sarah Bernhardt. ”