Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death.

Words have to murder reality before they can hold it captive.

Society turns away from the aged worker as though he belonged to another species. That is why the whole question is buried in a conspiracy of silence. Old age exposes the failure of our entire civilization.

Capabilities are clearly manifested only when they have been realized.

Society, being codified by man, decrees that woman is inferior; she can do away with this inferiority only by destroying the male's superiority.

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.

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.