To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.

It would be bad form for me to describe people I don't know and don't understand.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

No one, but no one, ever behaves 'well' in bed unless they love or are loved - two conditions seldom fulfilled.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.

A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it's complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.