A Sapphic, androgynous, a-spec scholar who tried to end wars so she could open a bunch of art venues, and eventually abdicated to start a book club in Rome--she seemed like my kind of gal, and she absolutely is. Plus, she'd probably listen to Swedish death metal like Katatonia and Opeth if she were alive today which makes my heart flutter!
I just wish more primary sources of hers were translated into English; maybe when I grow old in some cloister I'll learn one of her languages, and read about how, in her Autobiography, she celebrated being queer.
These Maxims are a compilation of her aphorisms, only some of which survive after (like Kafka) she ordered them in her will to be burned. Many of the ideas are contradictory, but you get a sense of her thoughts changing according to the events around her--her nervous breakdown, her public shaming for being an autism-spectrum intersex lesbian pacifist, her conversion, her debates with such figures as Descartes who flocked to her and not vise versa--as she abandons certain ideas or doubles down on others. It's touching, and I plan on revisiting them to save some choice quotes in my archive: it's just not what I was looking for.