I love newspapers. I've worked on newspapers, all my life. I've always loved it.

Aging is not "lost youth" but a new stage of opportunity and strength.

Who knows what women can be when they are finally free to become themselves?

The feminine mystique has succeeded in burying millions of American women alive.

Men are not the enemy, but the fellow victims. The real enemy is women's denigration of themselves.

A good woman is one who loves passionately, has guts, seriousness and passionate convictions, takes responsibility, and shapes society.

Some people think I'm saying, 'Women of the world unite -- you have nothing to lose but your men. It's not true. You have nothing to lose but your vacuum cleaners.

When she stopped conforming to the conventional picture of femininity she finally began to enjoy being a woman.

We need a new political movement of women and men toward a new society.

Just as darkness is sometimes defined as the absence of light, so age is defined as the absence of youth.

The feminist revolution had to be fought because women quite simply were stopped at a state of evolution far short of their human capacity.

Let’s train ourselves to not hate each other. We all come from the same consciousness in the mind.

I think the irony ... is that I actually would like to see a relatively light touch when it comes to the government.

Be cheerful -- the problems that worry us most are those that never arrive.

Meditation is a bright, hopeful practice in which we learn to make our mind quiet so that the infinite, perfect light of enlightenment can flow through us.

Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare —

I was right when I said I'd never look back. It hurts too much, it drags at your heart till you can't ever do anything else except look back.

Loss doesn't feel redeemable. But for me one consoling aspect is the recognition that, in this at least, none of us is different from anyone else: We all lose loved ones; we all face our own death.

It's only a little secret, but having a secret makes me feel better. Like a human being again.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

O sir, you are old; nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine; you should be ruled and led by some discretion, that discerns your fate better than you yourself.