“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I’m never not thinking of you.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

I don’t believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one’s aspect to the sun.

Marvelous are the innocent.

Fear no more, says the heart.

She always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.

And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.

I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

The light from the heart shines ever so brightly like a beautiful flower opening up to the world.

A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.

A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.

A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.

Two, let’s all stop smoking blunts; let’s smoke out of papers. Ladies, you all should just love me. Let’s all have a beautiful year, let’s get this money.

Two, let’s all stop smoking blunts; let’s smoke out of papers. Ladies, you all should just love me. Let’s all have a beautiful year, let’s get this money.

Two, let’s all stop smoking blunts; let’s smoke out of papers. Ladies, you all should just love me. Let’s all have a beautiful year, let’s get this money.

When in this world a man comes forward with a thought, a deed, a vision, we ask not how does he look, but what is his message? The world still wants to ask that a woman primarily be pretty.