Madame De Stael

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live.

Intellect does not attain its full force unless it attacks power.

The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals.

Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.

Politeness is the art of choosing among your thoughts.

Purity of mind and conduct is the first glory of a woman.

Wit consists in knowing the resemblance of things that differ, and the difference of things that are alike.

That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went before it.

However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom.

Genius is essentially creative; it bears the stamp of the individual who possesses it.

Life often seems like a long shipwreck of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love. - The shores of existence are strewn with them.

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.

Prayer is more than meditation. In meditation the source of strength is one's self. When one prays he goes to a source of strength greater than his own.

We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love