People commonly educate their children as they build their houses, according to some plan they think beautiful, without considering whether it is suited to the purposes for which they are designed.

Muse, time has taught me that all metaphysical systems, even historical facts given as truths, are hardly that, so I amuse myself with more agreeable lies; I no longer read anything but novels.

The one thing that reconciles me to the fact of being a woman is the reflection that it delivers me from the necessity of being married to one.

Nature is indeed a specious ward, nay, there is a great deal in it if it is properly understood and applied, but I cannot bear to hear people using it to justify what common sense must disavow. Is not Nature modifed by art in many things? Was it not designed to be so? And is it not happy for human society that it is so? Would you like to see your husband let his beard grow, until he would be obliged to put the end of it in his pocket, because this beard is the gift of Nature?

It goes far towards reconciling me to being a woman, when I reflect that I am thus in no danger of ever marrying one.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.

It's all been very interesting.