I've always been keenly aware of the passing of time. I've always thought that I was old. Even when I was twelve, I thought it was awful to be thirty. I felt that something was lost. At the same time, I was aware of what I could gain, and certain periods of my life have taught me a great deal. But, in spite of everything, I've always been haunted by the passing of time and by the fact that death keeps closing in on us.

Oppression tries to defend itself by its utility.

When an individual (or a group of individuals) is kept in a situation of inferiority, the fact is that he is inferior.

There is only one good. And that is to act according to the dictates of one's conscience.

The word love has by no means the same sense for both sexes, and this is one cause of the serious misunderstandings that divide them.

The nearer I come to the end of my days, the more I am enabled to see that strange thing, a life, and to see it whole.

To protest in the name of morality against 'excesses' or 'abuses' is an error which hints on active complicity. There are no 'abuses' or 'excesses' here, simpily an all-pervasive system.