Solitude Begets Whimsies.

I Regard Almost All Quarrels Of Princes On The Same Footing, And I See Nothing That Marks Man's Unreason So Positively As War. Indeed, What Folly To Kill One Another For Interests Often Imaginary, And Always For The Pleasure Of Persons Who Do Not Think Themselves Even Obliged To Those Who Sacrifice Themselves For Them!

It Goes Far Towards Reconciling Me To Being A Woman, When I Reflect That I Am Thus In No Danger Of Ever Marrying One.

We Are Educated In The Grossest Ignorance, And No Art Omitted To Stifle Our Natural Reason; If Some Few Get Above Their Nurses Instructions, Our Knowledge Must Rest Concealed And Be As Useless To The World As Gold In The Mine.

The One Thing That Reconciles Me To The Fact Of Being A Woman Is The Reflection That It Delivers Me From The Necessity Of Being Married To One.

But The Fruit That Can Fall Without Shaking Indeed Is Too Mellow For Me.