A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.
To those who ask if I have read their book, I reply: I have not yet read Homer.
The finest life is spent creating oneself, not procreating.
albinos aren't reproached for having pink eyes and whitish hair, why should they hold it again me for being a lesbian? It's a question of nature: my queerness isn't a vice, isn't 'deliberate,' and harms no one.
Renouncement: the heroism of mediocrity.
Sensuality, wanting a religion, invented Love.