We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love.

Sow good services; sweet remembrances will grow them.

—Madame de Stael

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

—Madame de Stael

In matters of the heart, nothing is true except the improbable.

—Madame de Stael

A religious life is a struggle and not a hymn.

—Madame de Stael

We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.

—Madame de Stael