at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

Tom DeLay may or may not have broken campaign finance laws, but he did his best to look like he was breaking them.

You don't have to own a TV network to go out and do a cool show.

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.

Goals are not dreamy, pie-in-the-sky ideals. They have every day practical applications and they should be practical.

The fact that we all have broken pasts is something that I'm very attracted to, along with being able to turn your life around and do good with it.

Men in general judge more from appearances than from reality. All men have eyes, but few have the gift of penetration.

We certainly have at present the dismal situation that the most imaginative men are directed by a group, the top managers, who are among the least.

Ordinary people love entertainment. Extraordinary people adore education.

Who timidly requests invites refusal.

We few. We happy few. We band of brothers, for he today That sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.