The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
Perfect behaviour is born of complete indifference.
You don't remember days, you remember moments.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.