That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.

One can not start by saying that our earthly destiny has or has not importance, for it depends upon us to give it importance.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

Those interested in perpetuating present conditions are always in tears about the marvelous past that is about to disappear, without having so much as a smile for the young future.

A man would never get the notion of writing a book on the peculiar situation of the human male.

She was not to look beyond herself for the meaning of her life.

Truthfully speaking, women are dangerous, even those who aren't feminists, because there has always been a women's revolt. Only it has usually translated itself into solitary, individualist, disagreeable manifestations - the whole history of the taming of the shrew, the woman-shrew. They weren't shrews without cause.