Since no one is perfect, it follows that all great deeds have been accomplished out of imperfection. Yet they were accomplished, somehow, all the same.

Endure pain, find joy, and make your own meaning, because the universe certainly isn't going to supply it.

I don't confuse greatness with perfection. To be great anyhow is the higher achievement.

The will to be stupid is a very powerful force, but there are always alternatives.

An honor is not diminished for being shared.

I think 99 percent of women's lib comes from technology making different kinds of lives possible, and then the social adjustment follows the technology - it doesn't precede it.

One step at a time, I can walk around the world. Watch me.