And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
Elegance is inferior to virtue.
My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
A king is always a king - and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand between them and rational converse.
Life is obstinate and clings closest where it is most hated.
