Words have to murder reality before they can hold it captive.

We belong to this earth. Now I can see the truth ... I love you on this earth of ours. Love me, do!

…but all day long I would be training myself to think, to understand, to criticize, to know myself; I was seeking for the absolute truth: this preoccupation did not exactly encourage polite conversation.

The most mediocre of males feels himself a demigod as compared with women.

The time that one gains cannot be accumulated in a storehouse; it is contradictory to want to save up existence, which, the fact is, exists only by being spent and there is a good case for showing that airplanes, machines, the telephone, and the radio do not make men of today happier than those of former times.

To refuse everything, to say, even when there is something which really should be done, "Ah, that's no longer feminist," is a pessimistic, even masochistic tendency in women, the result of having been habituated to inertia, to pessimism.

Defending the truth is not something one does out of a sense of duty or to allay guilt complexes, but is a reward in itself.