In front of women one is silent just as one is silent in contemplation of the world's secret essence. But where the latter is unfathomable infinity, the former is simple mystery, in other words, void. Not greatly disjoined from life, woman is a temporary salvation for those on the heights of despair, because through her a return to life's unconscious and innocent pleasures is still possible. Grace, if it has not saved the world, has saved its women.
- Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair