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.
Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.
I long to see everything, to know everything, to learn everything!.
Nothing is ever so good or so bad in reality as it is in the anticipation.
To live, to have so much ambition, to suffer, to cry, to fight and, at the end, forgetfulness ... as if I had never existed.