The egotism of woman is always for two.
The language of religion can alone suit every situation and every mode of feeling.
O memory, thou bitter sweet,--both a joy and a scourge!
[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 mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.
Between God and love, I recognize no mediator but my conscience.