Nothing about me surprises me.
Are not our noblest feelings as it were the poems of our will.
No man has ever yet discovered the way to give friendly advice to any woman, not even to his own wife.
Vocations which we wanted to pursue, but didn't, bleed, like colors, on the whole of our existence.
Women are as they are; they necessarily have the defects of their virtues.
Sometimes at the best moments a single word or a look is enough.'