“The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care?”

I´m not going to bring a child into the world, and love her, and bring her up, just so that some man may want to sleep with her so much that he’s willing to provide her with board and lodging for the rest of her life.

The fact that a great many people believe something is no guarantee of its truth.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one’s means of livelihood.

There are times when I look over the various parts of my character with perplexity.

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

People talk of beauty lightly, and having no feeling for words, they use that one carelessly, so that it loses its force; and the thing it stands for, sharing its name with a hundred trivial objects, is deprived of dignity.

Death doesn’t affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn’t concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.

If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.

He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.

Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.

Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.

What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one’s faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one’s memories.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

Men seek but one thing in life — their pleasure.

Right now I am full of greed and vanity, so I cannot live with you like before. But may be we can meet like this.

I don’t believe in asking people to spend $15 on something they’ve never heard before. That’s just unreasonable.

The Stone Age did not end for lack of stone, and the Oil Age will end long before the world runs out of oil.

What was said before is not important.

Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own.

Sunday-evening tea before the fire! I have never missed one moment of beauty, not even taken it for granted.

I admire many women that have come before me, heavy influencers such as Oprah, such as Beyoncé, and I’m witnessing the fruit of their work and experiencing their legacy now and they’re not even close to the finish line.

Don’t get caught up on ‘I’m brown, black, white, red, blue, whatever.’ You gotta ask, what were you called before 1492?