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.

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

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.

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

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

But I see no reason why a woman should not grow and develop in all those outlets which are suited to her nature, it matters not at all what they may be.

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.