Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

Our desire to conform is greater than our respect for objective facts.

If I knew what the meanings of my books were, I wouldn't have bothered to write them.

I've always thought that very few people grow old as admirably as academics. At least books never let them down.

Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

World War II put feminism on hold for a long time; the men went away to fight, a lot of women in those years got jobs both in teaching and in factories - at all social levels - which they enjoyed very much. A lot of them were quite happy during the war.

I need words and print... I need print like an addict. I could live without it, perhaps. But I hope I never have to try.