Each person has his or her own very particular history and after all, the unconscious is the most secret part of ourselves.

Jealousy is not contemptible, real love has a beak and claws.

Some things I loved have vanished. A great many others have been given to me

One's life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion.

I would stand transfixed before the windows of the confectioners' shops, fascinated by the luminous sparkle of candied fruits, the cloudy lustre of jellies, the kaleidoscope inflorescence of acidulated fruit drops - red, green, orange, violet: I coveted the colours themselves as much as the pleasure they promised me.

Those interested in perpetuating present conditions are always in tears about the marvelous past that is about to disappear, without having so much as a smile for the young future.

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