A woman who doesn't lie is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?

To feel admiration for a man all through one's married life would, I think, be excessively tedious.

fiction is founded on truth....unless things did happen,people couldn't think of them.

... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.

I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.

It is curious - but you cannot make a revolution without honest men. ... Every revolution has had its honest men. They are soon disposed of afterwards.