The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

I might believe in the Redeemer if his followers looked more redeemed.

The shortest route is not the most direct one, but rather the one where the most favorable winds swell our sails:Mthat is the lesson that seafarers teach. Not to abide by this lesson is to be obstinate: here, firmness of character is tainted with stupidity.

You say 'I' and you are proud of this word. But greater than this- although you will not believe in it - is your body and its great intelligence, which does not say 'I' but performs 'I'.

Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.

Man is the cruelest animal.

God created woman. And boredom did indeed cease from that moment-but many other things ceased as well!