Life can be magnificent and overwhelming -- that is the whole tragedy. Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.

... there are two types of happiness and I have chosen that of the murderers. For I am happy. There was a time when I thought I had reached the limit of distress. Beyond that limit, there is a sterile and magnificent happiness.

I used to advertise my loyalty and I don't believe there is a single person I loved that I didn't eventually betray.

Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.

To think is first of all to create a world (or to limit one's own world, which comes to the same thing).

Betrayal answers betrayal, the mask of love is answered by the disappearance of love.

Fate is not in man but around him