My father died when I was 10; my sister got polio a couple of years later and was paralyzed. So there I was - my sister in a wheel chair, my father gone, and my mother a quiet little mouse. You see, it was the '30s in the South, so my mother was not prepared to cope. So I was scared to death. And being that scared, everything afterward became a struggle not to go down the drain. Struggling became a way of life for me.

Get up and do it if it needs to be done, even if you hate it!

Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork - reading, writing, thinking - can.

The only thing that separates successful people from the ones who aren't is the willingness to work very, very hard.

Never expect anybody - except possibly your analyst - to be as thrilled about your sex life as you are.

I guess I'm a survivor. There are many of us survivors and any successful woman of my age has somewhat of that in her.

Work with the raw material you have, namely you, and never let up.