Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!

All music, even if its occasion be a gay one, renders us pensive.

Only the refined and delicate pleasures that spring from research and education can build up barriers between different ranks.

[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.

The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it.

Providence protects us in all the details of our lot.

[To Bonaparte, when asked why she meddled in politics:] Sire, when women have their heads cut off, it is but just they should know the reason.