One doesn’t become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It’s to escape all that – to have a life of one’s own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.

... Rembrandt is not a painter at all. He is a creator, who creates his beings, three dimensional living beings, on a two-dimensional flat surface which acts as a mute, and enforces silence on them.

General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.

And another day is tucked under my wing.

Elizabeth ... had the prerogative of the rich that she could be generous with large sums and niggardly over small ones.

Young people are careless of their virginity; one day they may have it and the next not.

One need not write in a diary what one is to remember for ever.