A room of one's own isn't nearly enough. A house, or, best, an island of one's own.

Success isn't everything but it makes a man stand straight.

I am suspicious of guilt in myself and in other people; it is usually a way of not thinking, or of announcing one's own fine sensibilities the better to be rid of them fast.

A room of one's own isn't nearly enough. A house, or, best, an island of one's own.

We are a people who do not want to keep much of the past in our heads. It is considered unhealthy in America to remember mistakes, neurotic to think about them, psychotic to dwell on them.

Unjust. How many times I've used that word, scolded myself with it. All I mean by it now is that I don't have the final courage to say that I refuse to preside over violations against myself, and to hell with justice.

The past, with its pleasures, its rewards, its foolishness, its punishments, is there for each of us forever, and it should be.