When You Reduce A Woman To Writing,

Life Is So Horrible That One Can Only Bear It By Avoiding It. And That Can Be Done By Living In The World Of Art.

The Principal Thing In This World Is To Keep One's Soul Aloft.

The More You Approach Infinity, The Deeper You Penetrate Terror

Through Small Apertures We Glimpse Abysses Whose Sombre Depths Turn Us Faint. And Yet Over The Whole There Hovers An Extraordinary Tenderness.

One's Existence Should Be In Two Parts: One Should Live Like A Bourgeois And Think Like A Demigod.