Whatever is clearly expressed is well wrote.

Solitude begets whimsies.

I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.

[On her political writings:] It is, I confess, very possible that these my Labours may only be destined to line Trunks, or preserve roast Meat from too fierce a Fire; yet in that Shape I shall be useful to my Country.

To always be loved one must ever be agreeable.

Nature has not placed us in an inferior rank to men, no more than the females of other animals, where we see no distinction of capacity, though I am persuaded if there was a commonwealth of rational horses... it would be an established maxim amongst them that a mare could not be taught to pace.

people never write calmly but when they write indifferently.