The loneliest woman in the world is a woman without a close woman friend.

Most men's conscience, habits, and opinions are borrowed from convention and gather continually comforting assurances from the same social consensus that originally suggested them.

In this world we must either institute conventional forms of expression or else pretend that we have nothing to express; the choice lies between a mask and a figleaf.

Old age is as forgetful as youth, and more incorrigible; it displays the same inattentiveness to conditions; its memory becomes self-repeating and degenerates into an instinctive reaction, like a bird's chirp.

One real world is enough.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.

To me, it seems a dreadful indignity to have a soul controlled by geography.