If I said I was madly in love with you, I'd be lying and what's more, you'd know it.

I'm tired of saying "How wonderful you are!" to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.

Brilliance is one part talent, two parts wisdom and three parts passion.

The usual masculine dissillusionment is discovering that a woman has a brain

I have a passionate desire for personal privacy. I want to stand before the world, for good or bad, on the book I wrote, not on what I say in letters to friends, not on my husband and my home life, the way I dress, my likes and dislikes, et cetera. My book belongs to anyone who has the price, but nothing of me belongs to the public.

What most people don't seem to realize is that there is just as much money to be made out of the wreckage of a civilization as from the upbuilding of one.

Everywhere, women gathered in knots, huddled in groups on front porches, on sidewalks, even in the middle of the streets, telling each other that no news is good news, trying to comfort each other, trying to present a brave appearance.