The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

Writing is a divine art, and the more I write and read the more I love it.

I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it.

Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

We [women] have borne and bred and washed and taught, perhaps to the age of six or seven years, the one thousand six hundred and twenty-three million human beings who are, according to statistics, at present in existence, and that ... takes time.

Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.

The best letters of our time are precisely those that can never be published.