I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

When a man and a woman love one another that is enough. That is marriage. A religious rite is superfluous. And if the man and woman live together without the love, no ceremony in the world can make it a marriage.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

I began to be a woman at twelve, or more properly, a genius.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.