Do not rely completely on any other human being however dear. We meet all of life's greatest tests alone.

I want for myself what I want for other women, absolute equality.

Do not rely completely on any other human being, however dear. We meet all life's greatest tests alone.

Patriotism is not dying for one's country, it is living for one's country. And for humanity. Perhaps that is not as romantic, but it's better.

I do not want to be the angel of any home: I want for myself what I want for other women, absolute equality. After that is secured, then men and women can take turns being angels.

We meet all life's greatest tests alone.

Whatever is dirty, it is women's job to clean up, or drive some man to clean up, and that goes for everything from cellar to senate.

I suggest that there is a splendid way out of the difficulty of marriage, and that is my way - stay out.

When I first came to the House of Commons and walked out into the lobby, men sprang to their feet. I asked them to sit down since I'd come to walk around. I didn't want them doing me favours.

If the preservation of the home means the enslavement of women, economically or morally, then we had better break it.

I believe the preservation of the home in the future lies almost entirely in the hands of men.

The author's alliterative description of politics since the 1960 presidential debates: "Government by Gotcha".

If you are looking for love under rocks or bringing home water moccasins, you might be confusing love and pain.

Columbus's eggs lie around by the hundreds of thousands, but Columbuses are met with less frequency.

You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.

But I also like to shower my parents with presents. I bought them a beautiful car and a house.

It is better to fail with your own vision than to fail with another man's vision.

I feel about mothers the way I feel about dimples: because I do not have one myself, I notice everyone who does.

Leadership is simple: Add value to people everyday.

We all laced together—a brothel madam, an English professor, a mute cook, a quadroon cabbie, and me, the girl carrying a bucket of lies and throwing them like confetti.

The speed of her tongue is not correctly calculated; the speed per second of her toungue should be slightly less than the speed per second of her thoughts -at any rate not the reverse.