We must have...a place where children can have a whole group of adults they can trust.

Any town that doesn't have sidewalks doesn't love its children.

Injustice experienced in the flesh, in deeply wounded flesh, is the stuff out of which change explodes.

The institution of marriage in all societies is a pattern within which the strains put by civilization on males and females alike must be resolved, a pattern within which men must learn, in return for a variety of elaborate rewards, new forms in which sexual spontaneity is still possible, and women must learn to discipline their receptivity to a thousand other considerations.

You know you love someone when you cannot put into words how they make you feel.

Sisters, while they are growing up, tend to be very rivalrous and as young mothers they are given to continual rivalrous comparisons of their several children. But once the children grow older, sisters draw closer together and often, in old age, they become each other's chosen and most happy companions. In addition to their shared memories of childhood and of their relationship to each other's children, they share memories of the same home, the same homemaking style, and the same small prejudices about housekeeping that carry the echoes of their mother's voice.

Humanity . . . lies in man's capacity to question the known and imagine the unknown.