To most middle-class feminists, as to most middle-class non-feminists, working-class women remain mysterious creatures to be “reached out to” in some abstract way. No connection. No solidarity.

At the dealership, I pulled out the sieve and toyed with it threateningly. When the salesman was ready for me, I held it up, told him I was not a tourist and demanded a large discount.

I can hardly express in words my deep feeling and sympathy for them, knowing as I do, the many serious handicaps and obstacles that will confront them in almost every walk of life.

When words fail to express the exalted sentiments and finer emotions of the human heart, music becomes the sublimated language of the soul, the divine instrumentality for its higher utterance.

The early bees are assaulting and fumbling the flowers: They call it 'easing the Spring.'

If you truly love someone, don't waste your time finding reasons to hate them. Spend it remembering why you love them in the first place.

I think God gives every one of us our own will, and unfortunately, some people choose to do evil things with it.

I'm ashamed of what has happened to Canada. And I'm not leaving a $1.5 trillion deficit to my kids. No chance in hell is that happening.

I most carefully confined myself to facts and arranged those facts on as thin a line of connecting opinion as possible.

Making work without memory is probably one of my biggest fears. It would be indistinguishable from work that is lazy.

Too late I stayed, - forgive the crime! Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers.