The old woman I shall become will be quite different from the woman I am now. Another I is beginning.

I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity.

[Failure is hard initially because] One knows what one has lost, but not what one may find [and learn from that failure]!

A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good.

Weeds are omnipresent; errors are to be found in the heart of the most lovable.

A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images.

Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men.