No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

The search for a new personality is futile; what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

You don't remember days, you remember moments.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.