Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.

Women have a much better time than men in this world; there are far more things forbidden to them.

Let me be surrounded by luxury, I can do without the necessities!

The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for.

We women adore failures. They lean on us.

the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.