A Superhuman Will Is Needed In Order

Pleasure Is Found First In Anticipation, Later In Memory.

A Man, At Least, Is Free; He Can Explore Every Passion, Every Land, Overcome Obstacles, Taste The Most Distant Pleasures. But A Woman Is Continually Thwarted. Inert And Pliant At The Same Time, She Must Struggle Against Both The Softness Of Her Flesh And Subjection To The Law. Her Will, Like The Veil Tied To Her Hat By A String, Flutters With Every Breeze; There Is Always Some Desire Luring Her On, Some Convention Holding Her Back.

She Would Have Liked Not To Be Alive, Or To Be Always Asleep.

Woman Is A Vulgar Animal From Whom Man Has Created An Excessively Beautiful Ideal.

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.