Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?

Every crucial experience can be regarded as a setback - or a start of a new kind of development. [You have the responsibility to decide if you will see it as a bad setback or good start!]

Of one thing the reader can be certain: the more easily anything reads, the harder it has been to write.

There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.

Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.

Old men make wars that young men may die.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.