You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.

...I'm no longer prepared to accept what people say and what's written in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer.

A marriage based on full confidence, based on complete and unqualified frankness on both sides; they are not keeping anything back; there's no deception underneath it all. If I might so put it, it's an agreement for the mutual forgiveness of sin.

Your home is regarded as a model home, your life as a model life. But all this splendor, and you along with it... it's just as though it were built upon a shifting quagmire. A moment may come, a word can be spoken, and both you and all this splendor will collapse.

The spectacles of experience; through them you will see more clearly a second time.

The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.

It is no use lying to one's self.