I don't think that work ever really destroyed anybody. I think that lack of work destroys them a hell of a lot more.

I remember as a child going around with "Votes For Women" balloons. I learnt early what it is to be snubbed for a good cause.

You can't just be talented: You have to be terribly smart and energetic and ruthless. You also have to become necessary to people, by working hard and well and bringing more than your bones and your skin to the project. Don't just show up. Transform the work, yourself, and everybody around you. Be needed. Be interesting. Be something no one else can be--and consistently.

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Let's just say that where a change was required, I adjusted. In every relationship that exists, people have to seek a way to survive. If you really care about the person, you do what's necessary, or that's the end. For the first time, I found that I really could change, and the qualities I most admired in myself I gave up. I stopped being loud and bossy... Oh, all right. I was still loud and bossy, but only behind his back.

I find a woman's point of view much grander and finer than a man's.

How wonderful are the women and men in the world who feed us. Especially those who feed us with no salary. The mothers—I thought. The wives.