Why does one exist? That’s not my problem. One does exist. The thing to do is to take no notice but go at it on the run and to keep on going right on until you die.
The innumerable conflicts that set men and women against one another come from the fact that neither is prepared to assume all the consequences of this situation which the one has offered and the other accepted.
Harmony between two individuals is never granted-it has to be conquered indefinitely.
Old age is better for women than for men. First of all, they have less far to fall, since their lives are more mediocre than those of most men.
Habit has a kind of poetry.
Anger or revolt that does not get into the muscles remains a figment of the imagination.
Marriage is traditionally the destiny offered to women by society. Most women are married or have been, or plan to be or suffer from not being.
To show your true ability is always, in a sense, to surpass the limits of your ability, to go a little beyond them: to dare, to seek, to invent; it is at such a moment that new talents are revealed, discovered, and realized.
Tonight, once more, life sinks its teeth into my heart.
Whether you think of it as heavenly or as earthly, if you love life immortality is no consolation for death.
The earthly meaning of eternal life was death, and she refused to die.
Every war, every revolution, demands the sacrifice of a generation, of a collectivity, by those who undertake it.
Indeed, there is nothing more arbitrary than intervening as a stranger in a destiny which is not ours...
It must be said in addition that the men with the most scrupulous respect for embryonic life are also those who are most zealous when it comes to condemning adults to death in war.
Live with no time-out.
Old age is life’s parody.
There are cases where the slave does not know his servitude and where it is necessary to bring the seed of his liberation to him from the outside: his submission is not enough to justify the tyranny which is imposed upon him.
To make oneself an object, to make oneself passive, is a very different thing from being a passive object.
Even if one is neither vain nor self-obsessed, it is so extraordinary to be oneself – exactly oneself and no one else – and so unique, that it seems natural that one should also be unique for someone else.
Fathers never have exactly the daughters they want because they invent a notion a them that the daughters have to conform to.