She sought it in the storms of the populace, in calumny, and death.

Her genius was great, her soul pure, her heart deeply impassioned.

A man in her energy, a woman in her tenderness, that the ideal of her ambition should be satisfied, it was necessary for her to associate in the same character genius, glory, and love.
Nature, education, and fortune rendered possible this triple dream of a woman, a philosopher, and a hero.

Born in a republic, educated in a court, daughter of a minister, wife of an ambassador, belonging by birth to the people, to the literary world by talent, to the aristocracy by rank, the three elements of the Revolution mingled or contended in her.
Her genius was like the antique chorus, in which all the great voices of the drama unite in one tumultuous concord.

A deep thinker by inspiration, a tribune by eloquence, a woman in attraction, her beauty, unseen by the million, required intellect to be admired, and admiration to be felt.