Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.

The sacred demands the violation of what is normally the object of terrified respect.

I don't want your love unless you know i am repulsive,and love me even as you know it.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

The circumstances of my life are paralyzing.

By the care she lavishes on her toilet, by the concern she has for her beauty set off by her adornment, a woman regards herself as an object always trying to attract men's attention.

How cruel my suffering is,—no one is more talkative than I am!