“No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.”

By an image we hold on to our lost treasures, but it is the wrenching loss that forms the image, composes, binds the bouquet.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

You do not notice changes in what is always before you.

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

Hope costs nothing.

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

There are no ordinary cats.

Sit down and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.

I want nothing from love, in short, but love.

If I can’t have too many truffles, I’ll do without truffles.

I went to collect the few personal belongings which. I held to be invaluable: my cat, my resolve to travel, and my solitude.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

At the top of the iron staircase leading to the stage, the good, dry, dusty warmth wraps me round like a comfortable dirty cloak.

Writing only leads to more writing.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer’s forehead.

Having faith, beliefs, and convictions is a great thing, but your life is measured by the actions you take based upon them.

Well being, serenity and service to others are the ultimate measures of true wealth, success and power.

Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

But perhaps the best way to measure your progress is with a habit tracker.

A good scientist values criticism almost higher than friendship: no, in science criticism is the height and measure of friendship.

A life worth living might be measured in many ways, but the one way that stands above all others is living a life of no regrets.

Love has no limitations. It cannot be measured. It has no boundaries. Although many have tried, love is indefinable.

There are two possible outcomes: if the result confirms the hypothesis, then you’ve made a measurement. If the result is contrary to the hypothesis, then you’ve made a discovery.