Sometimes speech is no more than a device for saying nothing - and a neater one than silence.

The human species is forever in a state of change, forever becoming.

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

There are cases where the slave does not know his servitude and where it is necessary to bring the seed of his liberation to him from the outside: his submission is not enough to justify the tyranny which is imposed upon him.

You have to start from where you are today and from what can be done.

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.

Old age is life's parody.