The generality of virtuous women are like hidden treasures, they are safe only because nobody has sought after them.

Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a tenderness for their reputation.

A work can become modern only if it is first postmodern. Postmodernism thus understood is not modernism at its end but in the nascent state, and this state is constant.

Though nature be ever so generous, yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too and till both concur, the work cannot be perfected.