My great mistake, the fault for which I can’t forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.
Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.
It was only in the theatre that I lived
Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.
I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.
Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.