The first indication of a young person's growing smarter is that he no longer understands the things which he used to consider quite intelligible and self-evident.

Piety is the fermentation of the forming mind and the putrefaction of the disintegrating one.

A woman's passion is not the measure of a man's love.

Bunglers and pedants judge art according to genre; they approve of this and dismiss that genre, but instead of genres, the open-minded connoisseur appreciates only individual works.

I am a woman, and even if I could proceed with harshness and rigidity, it would disgust me nonetheless.

The ramparts of Vienna are crumbling into the sand; no one wants to live so confined, however, the entire country is already surrounded by a Chinese wall!

You ardently strive for freedom, and I do wish you were free--but, rather than for your sake, so that government won't be.