The torment that so many young women know, bound hand and foot by love and motherhood, without having forgotten their former dreams.

The torment that so many young women know, bound hand and foot by love and motherhood, without having forgotten their former dreams.

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.

I would certainly like to see some young women take up psychoanalysis seriously and reconstruct it from an absolutely new viewpoint.

Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.

A foreign country can best be understood through its literature.

Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited. Her wings are clipped, and it is found deplorable that she cannot fly.