No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

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

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

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