I do not write often now – not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

I do not write often now – not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts.

I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe.

Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world.

The weight that hangs upon our eyelids – is of lead.

Is anything worth it?

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

I am always on the women’s side.

Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!

She died praying that she might die.