If we want to be sincere, we must admit that there is a well-nourished love and an ill-nourished love. And the rest is literature.

The only virtue on which I pride myself is my self-doubt; when a writer loses her self-doubt, the time has come to lay aside her pen.

Be happy. It's one way of being wise.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship.

But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.