The egotism of woman is always for two.

[The Germans] so easily confuse obstinacy with energy, and rudeness with firmness.

I must keep on rowing, not until I reach port but until I reach my grave.

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

A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life.

The entire social order ... is arrayed against a woman who wants to rise to a man's reputation.

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.