What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.

When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.

Art just consists in making us swallow the commonplaces by charming us eternally.

What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.

I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.

one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.

To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.