In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

Two weeks before his death, a friend asked him half jokingly if he had discovered any meaning in life. "Yes," he replied, "there is a meaning; at least, for me, there is one thing that matters - to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people."

A woman's desire for revenge outlasts all her other emotions.

Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.

Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.