in Italy, almost at every step, history and poetry add to the graces of nature, sweeten the memory of the past, and… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The memories which come to us through music are not accompanied by any regrets; for a moment music gives us back the… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
I believe that happiness consists in having a destiny in keeping with our abilities. Our desires are things of the moment, often… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Divine Wisdom, intending to detain us some time on earth, has done well to cover with a veil the prospect of the… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
If it were not for respect for human opinions, I would not open my window to see the Bay of Naples for… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Love is the emplem of eternity; it confounds all notions of time; effaces all memory of begining, all fear of an end. — 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