I loved him as we always love the first time: with idolatry and wild passion.
All the reasonings of men are not worth one sentiment of women.
Independence in the end is the fruit of injustice.
We’re neither pure, nor wise, nor good; we do the best we know.
It is with books as with the fires of our grates, everybody borrows a light from his neighbor to kindle his own, which in turn is communicated to others, and each partakes of all.
It is the poverty connected with our species which subordinates one man to another. It is not inequality which is the real misfortune, it is dependence.