It often occurs that pride and selfishness are muddled with strength and independence. They are neither equal nor similar; in fact, they are polar opposites. A coward may be so cowardly that he masks his weakness with some false personification of power. He is afraid to love and to be loved because love tends to strip bare all emotional barricades. Without love, strength and independence are prone to losing every bit of their worth; they become nothing more than a fearful, intimidated, empty tent lost somewhere in the desert of self.

To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions?

The biggest challenge after success is shutting up about it.

If you want to find the real competition, just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place.

Never rebel for the sake of rebelling, but always rebel for the sake of truth.

When I look at a person, I see a person - not a rank, not a class, not a title.

To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something.