Total absence of humor renders life impossible. Colette More Quotes by Colette More Quotes From Colette Girls usually have a paper m‚chÈ face on their wedding day. Colette My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved. Colette Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette. Colette The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not. Colette A happy childhood is poor preparation for human contacts. Colette But just as delicate fare does not stop you from craving for saveloys, so tried and exquisite friendship does not take away your taste for something new and dubious. Colette Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid? Colette I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it. Colette In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness. Colette It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanisms of friendship. Colette It's nothing to be born ugly. Sensibly, the ugly woman comes to terms with her ugliness and exploits it as a grace of nature. To become ugly means the beginning of a calamity, self-willed most of the time. Colette Researchers, with science as their authority, will be able to cut -- Animals up, alive, into small pieces, drop them from a great height to see if they are shattered by the fall, or deprive them of sleep for sixteen days and nights continuously for the purposes of an iniquitous monograph... Animal trust, undeserved faith, when at last will you turn away from us? Shall we never tire of deceiving, betraying, tormenting animals before they cease to trust us? Colette The true traveler is he who goes on foot, and even then, he sits down a lot of the time. Colette There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. Colette
