History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.

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

Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it.

The day knowledge was preferred to wisdom and mere usefulness to beauty. . . . Only a moral revolution -- not a social or a political revolution -- only a moral revolution would lead man back to his lost truth.

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

The women of today are in a fair way to dethrone the myth of femininity; they are beginning to affirm their independence in concrete ways; but they do not easily succeed in living completely the life of a human being.

One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius; and the feminine situation has up to the present rendered this becoming practically impossible.