Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.

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.

She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.

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.

Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.

I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors.

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 . . .