The most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere. That is why so much of social life is exhausting; one is wearing a mask. I have shed my mask.

Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is

One must lose one's life to find it.

The world has been forced to its knees. Unhappily, we seldom find our way there without being beaten to it by suffering.

I can conceive of 'falling in love' over and over again. But 'marriage,' this richness of life itself, I cannot conceive of having again - or with anyone else. In this sense 'marriage' seems to me indissoluble.

It's funny how you can be mad at someone one moment and want to hug them the next.

Woman can best refind herself by losing herself in some kind of creative activity of her own.