Nothing recalls the past like music.

[Ridicule] laughs at all those who see the earnestness of life and who still believe in true feelings and in serious thought ... It soils the hope of youth. Only shameless vice is above its reach.

Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.

I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.

Mystery such as is given of God is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it.

[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.

The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.