Pain Is Something To Master,

Paris-new York, The Two High Tension Magnetic Poles Between Life, Life Of The Senses, Of The Spirit In Paris, And Life In Action In New York.

There Were Always In Me, Two Women At Least, One Woman Desperate And Bewildered, Who Felt She Was Drowning And Another Who Would Leap Into A Scene, As Upon A Stage, Conceal Her True Emotions Because They Were Weaknesses, Helplessness, Despair, And Present To The World Only A Smile, An Eagerness, Curiosity, Enthusiasm, Interest.

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

It's All Right For A Woman To Be, Above All, Human. I Am A Woman First Of All.

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.