One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanism of friendship.

Total absence of humor renders life impossible.