Women have invented nothing in all that, except the men who were born as male babies and grew up to be men big enough to be killed fighting.

By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented . . .

Isadore [Duncan], who had an un-American genius for art, for organizing love, maternity, politics and pedagogy on a great personal scale, had also an un-American genius for grandeur.

I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.

... people who don't want something are less likely to get it than people who do want something.

She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.