An entire lifetime would not be long enough for you to exhaust the glance of the young harvest-girl.

She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

Truth is on the march, and nothing will stop it.

One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.

If you ask me what I came into this life to do, I will tell you: I came to live out loud.

A ruined man fell from her hands like a ripe fruit, to lie rotting on the ground.