An intelligent, energetic, educated woman cannot be kept in four walls - even satin-lined, diamond-studded walls - without discovering sooner or later that they are still a prison cell.

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us.

Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that is where I renew my springs that never dry up.

The secret of joy in work is contained in one word - excellence. To know how to do something well is to enjoy it.

Yet there were times when he did love her with all the kindness she demanded, and how was she to know what were those times? Alone she raged against his cheerfulness and put herself at the mercy of her own love and longed to be free of it because it made her less than he and dependent on him. But how could she be free of chains she had put upon herself? Her soul was all tempest. The dreams she had once had of her life were dead. She was in prison in the house. And yet who was her jailer except herself?

My first vivid memory is...when first I looked into her face and she looked into mine. That I do remember, and that exchanging looks I have carried with me all of my life. We recognized each other. I was her child and she was my mother.