I look around me and nowhere do I see a stamp of disapproval with which nature marked a woman's candid brow.

The noble woman is half a man, even a complete one. Only their imperfections make them women.

The character of the crowds is made up of mimicry and hostility.

It is the emotions to which one objects in Germany most of all.

If someone took the finest marble and knew how to shape it artfully: Prometheus' material was lowly clay, but his statues walked.

Gold is the gift of vanity and common pride, but flowers are the gift of love and friendship.

At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.