We learn best to listen to our own voices if we are listening at the same time to other women-whose stories for all our differences turn out if we listen well to be our stories also.

The point is to change one's life. The point is not to give some vent to the emotions that have been destroying one; the point is so to act that one can master them now.

Our task, of course, is to transmute the anger that is affliction into the anger that is determination to bring about change. I think, in fact, that one could give that as a definition of revolution.

This is the heart of my argument: We can put more pressure on the antagonist for whom we show human concern.

A liberation movement that is nonviolent sets the oppressor free as well as the oppressed.

Vengeance is not the point; change is. But the trouble is that in most people's minds the thought of victory and the thought of punishing the enemy coincide.

Our own pulse beats in every stranger's throat.

There should be no censorship of mail.

Think first of the action that is right to take, think later about coping with one's fears.

Nonviolent tactics can move into action on our behalf men not naturally inclined to act for us.

A great many of us must move from words to acts - from words of dissent to acts of disobedience.

We find ourselves in the arms of the Creator.

But there was little heart to our lust, only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.

It seemed to him that the little Manchu had never looked so radiant. She gave him a most charming smile, but her eyes were all for the boy.

The mistakes and unresolved difficulties of the past in mathematics have always been the opportunities of its future.

It is strange that only extraordinary men make the discoveries, which later appear so easy and simple.

True friendship is a plant of slow growth.

Few men are both rich and generous; fewer are both rich and humble.

The new leaders face new tests such as how to lead in this idea-intensive, interdependent network environment

...lying spread-eagled in the hall with only my ankle inside the room that kept me prisoner here. They really should have thought of that and tagged my neck or something.

I had to pinch myself seeing the grassy knoll and the book suppository building.