My vigour, vitality, and cheek repel me. I am the kind of woman I would run from.

I can conceive of nothing worse than a man-governed world -- except a woman-governed world.

When she woke briefly during her last illness and found all her family around her bedside: "Am I dying or is this my birthday?"

[To a group of women prisoners:] You're luckier than I am. You're wanted and I'm not.

The only thing the women were after was just the chance to help the world on. But some men were so dreadfully afraid of them that they refused to understand, and talked about 'shrieking sisterhoods' and 'disappointed spinsters' and rubbish of that sort.

Anyone's blood can become blue for a lump sum down.

I used to dread getting older because I thought I would not be able to do all the things I wanted to do, but now that I am older I find that I don't want to do them.