There is no cruelty greater than a woman's to a man who loves her and whom she does not love; she has no kindness then, no tolerance even, she has only an insane irritation.

It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.

The drama is make-believe. It does not deal with truth but with effect.

My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

The crown of literature is poetry.