Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse. — 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
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
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
[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
Ought not every woman, like every man, to follow the bent of her own talents? — Madame de Stael Copy Share
The more we know the better we forgive. Whoever feels deeply, feels for all who live. — Madame de Stael Copy Share
Let us then blend everything: love, religion, genius, with sunshine, perfume, music, and poetry. — Madame de Stael Copy Share
A voyage without companionship, that is to say without conversation, is one of the saddest pleasures of life. — Madame de Stael Copy Share
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
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
If we would succeed in works of the imagination, we must offer a mild morality in the midst of rigid manners; but where the… — Madame de Stael Copy Share
“The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress made in spirals.” — Madame de Stael Copy Share
