In women's destiny everything goes downhill except for thought, whose immortal nature it is to keep constantly rising.

That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went before it.

Happy the land where the writers are sad, the merchants satisfied, the rich melancholic, and the populace content.

[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.

The people are as severe toward the clergy as toward women; they want to see absolute devotion to duty from both.

O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!

The mind's pleasures are made to calm the tempests of the heart.