Politics, war, marriage, crime, adultery. Everything that exists in the world has something to do with money.

As long as one suffers one lives.

He's satisfied with himself. If you have a soul you can't be satisfied.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

A ruling passion gives to a shelf of novels the unity of a system.

As the end of the what is called the 'sexual life' the only love which has lasted is the love which has everything, every disappointment, every failure and every betrayal, which has accepted even the sad fact that in the end there is no desire so deep as the simple desire for companionship.

One forgets so quickly one's own youth.