It would be an endless task to trace the variety of meannesses, cares, and sorrows into which women are plunged by the prevailing opinion that they were created rather to feel than reason.

With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.

My father was not scientific, and I was left to struggle with a child's blindness, added to a student's thirst for knowledge.

It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.

I am alone and miserable. Only someone as ugly as I am could love me.

It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.

...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.