The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength - each asking from the other instead of finding pleasure in giving.

Art is an attempt to integrate evil.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.

To catch a husband is an art; to hold him is a job.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

The most sympathetic of men never fully comprehend woman's concrete situation.

Tragedies are all right for a while: you are concerned, you are curious, you feel good. And then it gets repetitive, it doesn't advance, it grows dreadfully boring: it is so very boring, even for me.