Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

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

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.

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