The world is the work of a single thought, expressed in a thousand different ways.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

Nature, who permits no two leaves to be exactly alike, has given a still greater diversity to human minds. Imitation, then, is a double murder; for it deprives both copy and original of their primitive existence.

Liberty is the only idea which circulates with the human blood, in all ages, in all countries, and in all literature - liberty that is, and what cannot be separated from liberty, a love of country.

The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.

[On Napoleon:] One has the impression of an imperious wind blowing about one's ears when one is near that man.

Life resembles Gobelin tapestry; you do not see the canvass on the right side; but when you turn it, the threads are visible.