I have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.

I have always detested the belief that sex is the chief bond between man and woman. Friendship is far more human.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

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.

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

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.

My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.