The name of Italy has magic in its very syllables. - Mary Wollstonecraft

From you only could I hope for succour, although towards you I felt no sentiment but that of hatred. Unfeeling, heartless creator! You had endowed me with perceptions and passions and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.

learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own.

It was my temper to avoid a crowd, and to attach myself fervently to a few.