There is perhaps no more obvious vanity than to write of it so vainly.

If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I.

There is nothing so extreme that is not allowed by the custom of some nation or other.

The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright from being overthrown by its own weakness.

When I play with my cat, who knows whether I do not make her more sport than she makes me?

Who does not see that I have taken a road along which I shall go, without stopping and without effort, as long as there is ink and paper in the world? I cannot keep a record of my life by my actions; fortune places them too low. I keep it by my thoughts.

Beauty is the true prerogative of women, and so peculiarly their own, that our sex, though naturally requiring another sort of feature, is never in its lustre but when puerile and beardless, confused and mixed with theirs.