There are many men - such as those often to be found among the Indians - who are refined until they have qualities often attributed to the female sex. Yet they are men, and strong ones.

Everybody calls everybody a spy, secretly, in Russia, and everybody is under surveillance. You never feel safe.

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

Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment.

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

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.

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