Rich women need not fear old age; their gold can always create about them any feelings necessary to their happiness.

Now literary success can only be won in solitude by persevering labor.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.

My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts.

No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness.

Does not any limit imposed upon one inspire a desire to go beyond it? Does not our keenest suffering arise when our free will is crossed?

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.