I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.

Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.

That's all life is - something childish and very natural. Isn't it?

I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.

There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

When we begin to take our failures non-seriously, it means we are ceasing to be afraid of them.