I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.

Unless you catch ideas on the wing and nail them down, you will soon cease to have any.

I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them.

To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

As a woman, I have no country