Not only Negroes and Jews, but also women are part of a great revolt of which one can only approve.

My grandfather once told me that there were two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group; there was much less competition.

Opportunities are not offered. They must be wrested and worked for. And this calls for perseverance... and courage.

Every new experience brings its own maturity and a greater clarity of vision.

To be liberated, woman must feel free to be herself, not in rivalry to man but in the context of her own capacity and her personality.

People tend to forget their duties but remember their rights.

Forgiveness is a virtue of the brave.

The purpose of life is to believe, to hope, and to strive.

I don't mind if my life goes in the service of the nation. If I die, every drop of my blood will invigorate the nation.

Women sometimes go too far, it's true. But it's only when you go too far that others listen.

To become capable, one must have faith in oneself.

And that's the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something-it's nothing. And you can't combat nothing.

The modern world is not given to uncritical admiration. It expects its idols to have feet of clay and can be reasonably sure that the press and camera will report their exact dimensions.

Regardless, I did rise to the editorship before embarking on a freelance career in the late '60's.

Objects we ardently pursue bring little happiness when gained; most of our pleasures come from unexpected sources.

The snow began to fall again, drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.

Let men not ask what the law requires, but give whatever freedom demands.

Maybe knowing where you belong is not equal to knowing who you are.

But, somehow, Wilf knows. Somehow, Wilf always knows.

We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.

Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!