To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
What am I? Nothing. What would I be? Everything.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
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.
Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.