The graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.

... the whole tenour of female education ... tends to render the best disposed romantic and inconstant; and the remainder vain and mean.

Love, from its very nature, must be transitory.

My own sex, I hope, will excuse me, if I treat them like rational creatures, instead of flattering their fascinating graces, and viewing them as if they were in a state of perpetual childhood, unable to stand alone.

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, then by my example, how dangerous is the pursuit of knowledge and how much happier is that man who believes his native town to be the world than he who aspires to be greater than his nature will allow.

I begin to love this little creature, and to anticipate his birth as a fresh twist to a knot, which I do not wish to untie.

... wealth and female softness equally tend to debase mankind!