And when a woman’s will is as strong as the man’s who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.
The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.
Life is measured by the rapidity of change, the succession of influences that modify the being.
People who can’t be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.
You may try but you can never imagine what it is to have a man’s form of genius in you, and to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice…
Quarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw.
The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.
Consequences are unpitying.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
Men’s men: gentle or simple, they’re much of a muchness.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
A woman’s heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
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