Woman must be the pioneer in this turning inward for strength. In a sense, she has always been the pioneer.

If one is estranged from oneself, then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then one cannot touch others.

Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.

Frenchwomen just never look ungroomed, do they?

People don't want to be understood - I mean not completely. It's too destructive. Then they haven't anything left. They don't want complete sympathy or complete understanding. They want to be treated carelessly and taken for granted lots of times.

The intellectual is constantly betrayed by his vanity. Godlike he blandly assumes that he can express everything in words; whereas the things one loves, lives, and dies for are not, in the last analysis completely expressible in words.

Who is not afraid of pure space - that breathtaking empty space of an open door?