Austrian soldiers are like horses: brave but easily frightened.

I am a woman, and even if I could proceed with harshness and rigidity, it would disgust me nonetheless.

A person who looks different all the time frightens me. Only one animal changes its skin: the snake.

Do you think that it is possible to have a mere taste of commonness? Either one hates it or makes common cause with it.

I've never been on good terms with God, but now I'm becoming His intimate, for He is truly absolute and extremely legitimate.

Prose talks and poetry sings.

Love! Hate! Is there no third?