By nice women . . . you probably mean selfish women who have no more thought for the underprivileged, overworked women than a pussycat in a sunny window for the starving kitten in the street. Now in that sense I am not a nice woman, for I do care.

People must know the past to understand the present, and to face the future.

In regard to tenacity of life, no old yellow cat has anything on a prejudice. You may kill it with your own hands, bury it deep, and sit on the grave, and behold! the next day it will walk in at the back door, purring.

Children are great idealists, until the stupidity of their elders puts out the fires of the aspirations.

It is often true that those who sit in the wings can see more than the players.

I want to leave something behind when I go; some small legacy of truth, some word that will shine in a dark place.

That seems to be the haunting fear of mankind - that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man's comfort.