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

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

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.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

A corpse is what's left after waking too often.

From someone who doesn't want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette