Nature makes only dumb animals. We owe the fools to society.
The most virtuous women have something within them, something that is never chaste.
The life of a man who deliberately runs through his fortune often becomes a business speculation; his friends, his pleasures, patrons, and acquaintances are his capital.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
Virtue, perhaps, is nothing more than politeness of soul.
First love is a kind of vaccination which saves a man from catching the complaint the second time.
There are some women whose pregnancy would make some sly bachelor smile.
Nothing so fortifies a friendship as a belief on the part of one friend that he is superior to the other.
For passion, be it observed, brings insight with it; it can give a sort of intelligence to simpletons, fools, and idiots, especially during youth.
At fifteen, beauty and talent do not exist; there can only be promise of the coming woman.
A mother's life, you see, is one long succession of dramas, now soft and tender, now terrible. Not an hour but has its joys and fears.
Thought is a key to all treasures; the miser's gains are ours without his cares. Thus I have soared above this world, where my enjoyment have been intellectual joys.
The more you judge, the less you love.
Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.
When law becomes despotic, morals are relaxed, and vice versa.
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love.
The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.
There is no such thing as a great talent without great will power.
Behind every great fortune there is a crime.
Power is not revealed by striking hard or often, but by striking true.
There is something great and terrible about suicide.
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
Conscience is our unerring judge until we finally stifle it.
The more one judges, the less one loves.
When Religion and Royalty are swept away, the people will attack the great, and after the great, they will fall upon the rich.