What is beautiful is right: what is unbeautiful is wrong.

All forced virtue is degrading in it effect.

love comes to man through his senses - to woman through her imagination.

There is no misery quite so wearing as the misery of a false position. It seems to slay the body and the soul.

When a man forgets his ideals he may hope for happiness, but not till then.

There never was a woman so ill-suited to public life as I am. I have had to whip myself, as it were, into society, and the loneliness of it all has been terrific.

Disillusions all come from within ... from the failure of some dear and secret hope. The world makes no promises; we only dream it does; and when we wake, we cry!