For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.

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

New York was a new and strange world. Vast, impersonal, merciless.... Always before I had felt like a person, an individual, hopeful that I could mold my life according to some desire of my own. But here in New York I was ignorant, insignificant, unimportant--one in millions whose destiny concerned no one. New York did not even know of my existence. Nor did it care.

When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.

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

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.

Much that we read of Russia is imagination and desire only.