I believed that I was approaching the end of my days without having tasted to the full any of the pleasures for which my heart thirsted...without having ever tasted that passion which, through lack of an object, was always suppressed. ...The impossibility of attaining the real persons precipitated me into the land of chimeras; and seeing nothing that existed worthy of my exalted feelings, I fostered them in an ideal world which my creative imagination soon peopled with beings after my own heart.

A man says what he knows, a woman says what will please.

To be sane in a world of madman is in itself madness.

An honest man nearly always thinks justly.

To try to conceal our own heart is a bad means to read that of others.

No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.

Women, in general, are not attracted to art at all, nor knowledge, and not at all to genius.