In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.
Love is the whole history of a woman's life, it is but an episode in a man's.
Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!
Poetry is the apotheosis of sentiment.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.
When a noble life has prepared old age, it is not decline that it reveals, but the first days of immortality.