Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Conscience is doubtless sufficient to conduct the coldest character into the road of virtue; but enthusiasm is to conscience what honor is… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
a perfect piece of architecture kindles that aimless reverie, which bears the soul we know not whither. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
It seems to me that we become more dear one to the other, in together admiring works of art, which speak to… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Conversation as talent exists only in France. In other countries, conversation provides politeness, discussion, and friendship; in France, it is an art… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The soul is a fire that darts its rays through all the senses; it is in this fire that existence consists; all… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
A Gothic building engenders true religion ... The light, falling through colored glass, the singular forms of the architecture, unite to give… — 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