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

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

A work settles nothing, just as the labor of a whole generation settles nothing. Sons, and the morrow, always start afresh.

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

Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for, natural as air. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time - is the same thing as time; if it comes in fits and starts, that is only so as to leave the sufferer more defenseless during the moments that follow, those long moments when one relives the last bout of torture and waits for the next.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.