intellect is a sin that must be atoned for by leading exactly the life of those who have none.
Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.
Nothing recalls the past like music.
The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.
[The Germans] so easily confuse obstinacy with energy, and rudeness with firmness.
Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.