But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

Teach him to think for himself? Oh, my God, teach him rather to think like other people!

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.

I also became a poet, and for one year lived in a Paradise of my own creation; I imagined that I also might obtain a niche in the temple where the names of Homer and Shakespeare are consecrated.

There is something so different in Venice from any other place in the world, that you leave at once all accustomed habits and everyday sights to enter an enchanted garden.

Nothing contributes so much to tranquilize the mind as a steady purpose - a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

Polluted by crimes, and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?