One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.
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- Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid?
- Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified pastime — I’m referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It’s extremely painful. I agree that it’s hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain deserves no consideration at all. It’s no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.
- In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
- The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.
- As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.
- No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.