To Abstain From Politics Is In Itself

There Is Something In The New York Air That Makes Sleep Useless.

On The Day When It Will Be Possible For Woman To Love Not In Her Weakness But In Her Strength, Not To Escape Herself But To Find Herself, Not To Abase Herself But To Assert Herself--on That Day Love Will Become For Her, As For Man, A Source Of Life And Not Of Mortal Danger.

Love And Action Always Imply A Failure, But This Failure Must Not Keep Us From Loving And Acting. For We Have Not Only To Establish What Our Situation Is, We Have To Choose It In The Very Heart Of Its Ambiguity.

The Whole World Was Nothing But An Exile With No Hope Of A Return.

History Is A Great Cemetery: Men, Deeds, Ideas Are Always Dying As Soon As They Are Born.