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.

A wound in a young heart is like a wound in a young tree. It does not grow out. It grows in.

No nation ever rises higher than its women.

Why are pencils equipped with erasers if not to correct mistakes?

Disturbers are never popular - nobody ever really loved an alarm clock in action, no matter how grateful he may have been afterwards for its kind services!

I saw what could be done with words, for I had a vision of a new world as I talked.

I am a believer in women, in their ability to do things and in their influence and power. Women set the standards for the world, and it is for us, women in Canada, to set the standards high.