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.

Every season of life has its compensations.

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

Women who set a low value of themselves make life hard for all women.

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

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.

The average reader can contemplate with considerable fortitude the sorrows and disappointments of someone else.