“The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress made in spirals.” — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Where no interest is takes in science, literature and liberal pursuits, mere facts and insignificant criticisms necessarily become the themes of discourse;… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Love is admiring with the heart. And admiring is loving with the mind. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Goethe has made a remark upon the perfectability of the human mind, which is full of sagacity: It is always advancing, but… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Nature, who permits no two leaves to be exactly alike, has given a still greater diversity to human minds. Imitation, then, is… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The education of life perfects the thinking mind, but depraves the frivolous. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The mind may be exhausted, but the language of the heart is inexhaustible. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The face of a woman, whatever be the force or extent of her mind, whatever be the importance of the object she… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
... in the history of the human mind there has never been a useful thought or a profound truth that has not… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Good taste cannot supply the place of genius in literature, for the best proof of taste, when there is no genius, would be, not… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
There is no reality on this earth except religion and the power of love; all the rest is even more fugitive than life itself. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
in Italy, almost at every step, history and poetry add to the graces of nature, sweeten the memory of the past, and seem to… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
[Ridicule] laughs at all those who see the earnestness of life and who still believe in true feelings and in serious thought ... It… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Ought not every woman, like every man, to follow the bent of her own talents? — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
However old a conjugal union, it still garners some sweetness. Winter has some cloudless days, and under the snow a few flowers still bloom. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The sight of such a monument is like continual and stationary music, which one hears for one's good as one approaches it. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image