Literature takes its revenge on reality by making it the slave of fiction.

The writer of originality, unless dead, is always shocking, scandalous; novelty disturbs and repels.

I cannot be angry at God, in whom I do not believe.

The American woman's inequality with men is proved by her defiant attitude.

She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal.

For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

Those interested in perpetuating present conditions are always in tears about the marvelous past that is about to disappear, without having so much as a smile for the young future.