Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love!

I am a woman. My life is a long, strong, twisted rope, made up of a number of human relationships, nothing more.

children had no place in love affairs. Children ought to be born to widows and old maids.

It is a pity we do not die when our lives are finished.

I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable here than in Purgatory, a place that I imagine to be like the suburbs of London.

I was sent to a nice Church of England girls' school and at that time, after university, a woman was expected to become a teacher, a nurse or a missionary - prior to marriage.

Most women work one shift at the office or factory and a 'second shift' at home.

A written regulation in NASCAR is about as reliable as an Egyptian immigration law.

Improved productivity is another direct benefit of globalization.

The book you don't read won't help.

The program is already funded. Everything is in place.

Truth is the first of jewels.

Our addiction to always being right is a great block to the truth. It keeps us from the kind of openness that comes from confidence in our natural wisdom.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).

When drawings of the main buildings I have designed in the last five years are juxtaposed, the fact that they all involve the pursuit of certain configurations is obvious to anyone.