Oh God, if you want women to never again raise their voices, then create an adult man!

There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.

To seek out in a world full of joy the one thing that is certain to give you pain, and hug it to your bosom with all your strength; that's the greatest human happiness.

Their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion.

There's a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world's mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.

Half the human race can change its name and sometimes its nation without suffering — at least half! All women!

The stage play is a trial, not a deed of violence. The soul is opened, like the combination of a safe, by means of a word. You don't require an acetylene torch.