You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

Humanity Is Outraged In Me And With Me.

Living For Oneself Is A Bad Thing. The Keenest Intellectual Pleasure Comes From Being Able To Return To The Self After Being Absent From It For A Spell. But Living All The Time Inside The Self, That Most Tyrannical, Demanding And Capricious Of Companions - No, One Shouldn't Do It.

If They Are Ignorant, They Are Despised, If Learned, Mocked. In Love They Are Reduced To The Status Of Courtesans. As Wives They Are Treated More As Servants Than As Companions. Men Do Not Love Them: They Make Use Of Them, They Exploit Them, And Expect, In That Way, To Make Them Subject To The Law Of Fidelity.