Outside of that single fatality of death, everything, joy or happiness, is liberty.

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying.

To know oneself, one should assert oneself.

My chief occupation, despite appearances, has always been love.

But all the long speeches, all the interminable days and hours that people had spent talking about my soul, had left me with the impression of a colorless swirling river that was making me dizzy.

...there was only one thing that interested her and that was getting into bed with men whenever she'd the chance. And I warned her straight. 'You'll be sorry one day, my girl, and wish you'd got me back'.

Old women even forget how to love their sons. The heart gets worn out, Monsieur.