I believe that the matter is automatically self-regulating; that those women who prefer the home and have an ability for it will eventually return to it; that others, like myself, will compromise; and that still others, temperamentally unfitted for it, will remain in the world to add to its productivity.

there is no truly honest autobiography.

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.

I suppose that we are only young, Chris, so long as we can forget. After that we merely remember!

The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.