We always come back to the same vicious circle - an extreme degree of material or intellectual poverty does away with the means of alleviating it.

There was a time, in the nineteenth century, for example, when women spoke mostly about the house, children, birth, and so forth, because it was their domain. That's changing a little, now.

You can't address yourself to women by speaking a language which no average woman will understand. In my opinion, it's wrong.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

Work would be terribly boring if one did not play the game all out, passionately.

I take on a shape and an existence only if I first throw myself into the world by loving, by doing.

To be moral is to discover fundamentally ones own being.