One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old.

... the progress of the language has caused us to lose many old treasures. It is thus with all progress, and one must make the best of it.

The world will know and understand me someday. But if that day does not arrive, it does not greatly matter. I shall have opened the way for other women.

God has written in the law of nature that when two people are joined in love or friendship, one must always give his heart more perfectly than the other.

Writing a journal means that facing your ocean you are afraid to swim across it, so you attempt to drink it drop by drop.

When mental sickness increases until it reaches the danger point, do not exhaust yourself by efforts to trace back to original causes. Better accept them as inevitable and save your strength to fight against the effects.

I'm not full of virtues and noble qualities. I love, but I love strongly, exclusive, stedfasty.