As a sex, women are habitually indolent; and every thing tends to make them so.

I think I love most people best when they are in adversity; for pity is one of my prevailing passions.

It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.

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

In this metropolis a number of lurking leeches infamously gain subsistence by practicing on the credulity of women.

Women are degraded by the propensity to enjoy the present moment, and, at last, despise the freedom which they have not sufficient virtue to struggle to attain.

The two sexes mutually corrupt and improve each other.