Let women be provided with living strength of their own. Let them have the means to attack the world and wrest from it their own subsistence, and their dependence will be abolished -- that of man also.

I have never read a really good novel written by a man where women are portrayed as they truly are. They can be portrayed externally very well - Stendhal's Madame de Renal, for example - but only as seen from the outside.

Women aren't more easily swayed by fascism than men, but I believe that their situation makes them in effect more slavish than men.

Sign of old age: distress at all leave-takings, all separations. And the sadness of memories, because I'm aware they're condemned to death.

The ideal of happiness has always taken material form in the house, whether cottage or castle; it stands for permanence and separation from the world.

If you haven't been happy very young, you can still be happy later on, but it's much harder. You need more luck.

This has always been a man's world, and none of the reasons that have been offered in explanation have seemed adequate.