It is in the knowledge of the genuine conditions of our lives that we must draw our strength to live and our reasons for living.
Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.
I am incapable of conceiving infinity and yet I do not accept finity.
What an odd thing a diary is: the things you omit are more important than those you put in.
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR