The marriage vow is an absurdity imposed by society.

I'm beginning to believe that there are angels disguised as men who pass themselves off as such and who inhabit the earth for a while to console and lift up with them toward heaven the poor, exhausted and saddened souls who were ready to perish here below.

Try to keep your soul young and quivering right up to old age.

One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.

A child motivated by competitive ideals will grow into a man without conscience, shame, or true dignity.

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

You, stupid one, who believe in laws which punish murder by murder...