Nothing recalls the past like music.
The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.
Love is the symbol of eternity.
The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.
Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.
A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.