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.

But settled things were enemies to me and soon lost their newness and color. The unknown called.

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

Subjection of any kind and in any place is beneath the dignity of man ... the highest joy is to fight by the side of those who for any reason of their own making or ours, are unable to develop to full human stature.

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

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.

Professors could silence me then; they had figures, diagrams, maps, books.... I was learning that books and diagrams can be evil things if they deaden the mind of man and make him blind or cynical before subjection of any kind.