Nature has given women two painful but heavenly gifts, which distinguish them, and often raise them above human nature,--compassion and enthusiasm. By compassion, they devote themselves; by enthusiasm they exalt themselves.

Thou makest the man, O Sorrow!--yes, the whole man,--as the crucible gold.

History teaches everything, even the future.

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

Joy is a flame which association alone can keep alive, and which goes out unless communicated.

We cannot have two hearts, one for the animals and one for men. In cruelty towards the former and cruelty to the latter there is no difference but in the victim.

Men are misers, and women prodigal, in affection.