We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire.

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.

Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.

These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

No place is ugly to those who understand the virtues and sweetness of everything that God has made.

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

Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same.