I believe only in money, not in love or tenderness. Love and tenderness meant only pain and suffering and defeat. I would not let it ruin me as it ruined others! I would speak only with money, hard money.

I feel like a person living on the brink of a volcano crater.

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.

I joined another circle and the leader gave us a little leaflet in very small print, asking us to read it carefully and then come prepared to ask questions. It was a technical Marxist subject and I did not understand it nor did I know what questions to ask.

But there were years when, in search of what I thought was better, nobler things I denied these, my people, and my family. I forgot the songs they sung - and most of those songs are now dead; I erased their dialect from my tongue; I was ashamed of them and their ways of life. But now - yes, I love them; they are a part of my blood; they, with all their virtues and their faults, played a great part in forming my way of looking at life.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.