If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance.

Shakespeare, I come!

When a man, however passively, becomes an obstacle to the fulfillment of a woman's desires, he becomes an odious thing in her eyes, - or will, given time enough.

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love, you give everything.

Why must women torment me so?