Self-love, so sensitive in its own cause, has rarely any sympathy to spare for others.
The entire social order ... is arrayed against a woman who wants to rise to a man's reputation.
I am glad that I am not a man, for then I should have to marry a woman.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.
It is difficult to grow old gracefully.
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.