The language of religion can alone suit every situation and every mode of feeling.
The universe is in France; outside it, there is nothing.
[On Italian:] One may almost call it a language that talks of itself, and always seems more witty than its speakers.
The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.
One must, so long as there is any life left, back up the character of one's life.
Love which is only an episode in the life of men, is the entire history of the life of women.
The people are as severe toward the clergy as toward women; they want to see absolute devotion to duty from both.
Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.
Every time a new nation, America or Russia for instance, advances toward civilization, the human race perfects itself; every time an inferior class emerges from enslavement and degradation, the human race again perfects itself.
The face of a woman, whatever be the force or extent of her mind, whatever be the importance of the object she pursues, is always an obstacle or a reason in the story of her life.
The greater part of what women write about women is mere sycophancy to man.
Between God and love, I recognize no mediator but my conscience.
Love, supreme power of the heart, mysterious enthusiasm that encloses in itself all poetry, all heroism, all religion!
Atheism exists only in coldness, selfishness, and baseness.
How true it is that, sooner or later, the' most rebellious must bow beneath the yoke of misfortune!
I do not want an echo of myself from my children. I do not want to hear from them merely the reverberation of my own voice.
Thought can never be compared with action, but when it awakens in us the image of truth.
Enthusiasm gives life to what is invisible; and interest to what has no immediate action on our comfort in this world.
There are only two distinct classes of people on this earth, those who espouse enthusiasm and those who despise it.
O Earth! All bathed with blood and tears, yet never, Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers.
Only the refined and delicate pleasures that spring from research and education can build up barriers between different ranks.
The most beautiful landscapes in the world, if they evoke no memory, if they bear no trace of a remarkable event, are uninteresting compared to historic landscapes.
It seems to me that life's circumstances, being ephemeral, teach us less about durable truths than the fictions based on those truths; and that the best lessons of delicacy and self-respect are to be found in novels where the feelings are so naturally portrayed that you fancy you are witnessing real life as you read.
Never, never have I been loved as I love others!
When once enthusiasm has been turned into ridicule, everything is undone except money and power.
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