If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under an illusion about women.
There are certain phrases potent to make my blood boil.
His mind has the clearness of the deep sea, the patience of its rocks, the force of its billows.
We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest.
Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.