The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeble wrong because of weakness.

To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.