No existence can be validly fulfilled if it is limited to itself.

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

The American woman's inequality with men is proved by her defiant attitude.

I have never read a really good novel written by a man where women are portrayed as they truly are. They can be portrayed externally very well - Stendhal's Madame de Renal, for example - but only as seen from the outside.

The younger and healthier a woman is and the more her new and glossy body seems destined for eternal freshness, the less useful is artifice; but the carnal weakness of this prey that man takes and its ominous deterioration always have to be hidden from him...In any case, the more traits and proportions of a woman seem contrived, the more she delighted the heart of man because she seemed to escape the metamorphosis of natural things. The result is this strange paradox that by desiring to grasp nature, but transfigured, in woman, man destines her to artifice.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.

Given masculine norms, it is clear that women are more likely to be considered crazy - I'm not saying to be crazy.