The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.
Anything that happens gradually is always irrevocable.
The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.
The thing that must be preserved in all situations whatever is the reputation of one's character.
The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible.
[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.