a woman, when she is heroic, is not heroic by halves.
There is only one sex. A man and a woman are so entirely the same thing that one can scarcely understand the subtle reasons for sex distinctions with which our minds are filled.
Admiration and familiarity are strangers.
Not to love is to cease to live.
Where love is absent there can be no woman.
... what is there over which the incomparable beauty of childhood would not triumph?