The world is the work of a single thought, expressed in a thousand different ways. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Enthusiasm gives life to what is invisible; and interest to what has no immediate action on our comfort in this world. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
O Earth! All bathed with blood and tears, yet never, Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
The most beautiful landscapes in the world, if they evoke no memory, if they bear no trace of a remarkable event, are… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
Love is above the laws, above the opinion of men; it is the truth, the flame, the pure element, the primary idea… — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
O Earth! all bathed with blood and years, yet never / Hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers. — Madame de Stael Copy Share Image
New doctrines ever displease the old. They like to fancy that the world has been losing wisdom, instead of gaining it, since… — 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