In itself, homosexuality is as limiting as heterosexuality: The ideal should be to be capable of loving a woman or a man; either, a human being, without feeling fear, restraint, or obligation.

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for truth and truth rewarded me.

Charm is what some have until they begin to believe it.

Genuine love ought to be founded on the mutual recognition of two liberties; the lovers would then experience themselves both as self and the other; neither would give up transcendence, neither would be mutilated. Together they would manifest values and aims in the world.

He was living like an engineer in a mechanical world. No wonder he had become dry as a stone.

One is not born a woman; one becomes one.

One is not born a genius, one becomes a genius.

The curse which lies upon marriage is that too often the individuals are joined in their weakness rather than in their strength—each asking from the other instead of finding pleasure in giving.

I tore myself away from the safe comfort of certainties through my love for the truth; and truth rewarded me.

One is not born a woman: one becomes one.