The beauty of some women has days and seasons, depending upon accidents which diminish or increase it; nay, the very passions of the mind naturally improve or impair it, and very often utterly destroy it.

For let us women be never so ill-favored, I imagine that we are always delighted to hear ourselves called handsome.

All kinds of beauty do not inspire love; there is a kind which only pleases the sight, but does not captivate the affections.

That's the nature of women, not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt.

The virtuous woman must be treated like a relic - adored, but not handled; she should be guarded and prized, like a fine flower-garden, the beauty and fragrance of which the owner allows others to enjoy only at a distance, and through iron walls.

Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all, to see life as it is and not as it should be.