If you write something and they all tell you it is bad - editors, critics, everybody - think it over and you may become convinced that they are right (though you are not to be ashamed or discouraged for a minute, but keep on writing).

the death of any loved parent is an incalculable lasting blow. Because no one ever loves you again like that.

When we are listened to, it creates us, makes us unfold and expand. Ideas actually begin to grow within us and come to life.

If I did not wear torn pants, orthopedic shoes, frantic disheveled hair, that is to say, if I did not tone down my beauty, people would go mad. Married men would run amuck.

Science and vivisection make no appeal to a theological idea, much less a political one. You can argue with a theologian or a politician, but doctors are sacrosanct. They know; you do not. Science has its mystique much more powerful than any religion active today.

Everybody is talented because everybody who is human has something to express.

We are too ready (women especially) not to stand by what we have said or done.