A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.
One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.
[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.
Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.
I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.
If it were not for respect for human opinions, I would not open my window to see the Bay of Naples for the first time, whilst I would go five hundred leagues to talk with a man of genius whom I had not seen.