Nothing Is Menial Where There Is Love.

Never, If You Can Possibly Help It, Write A Novel. It Is, In The First Place, A Thoroughly Unsocial Act. It Makes One Obnoxious To One's Family And To One's Friends. One Sits About For Many Weeks, Months, Even Years, In The Worst Cases, In A State Of Stupefaction.

Though Some Men Did Not Make War As Others Did, If They Sold Their Goods For Profit To The War-makers, Did It Make Them Better Because The Weapon Was Not In Their Own Hands, If They Had Made The Weapon And Sold It And So Put It Into The Hands Of Those Used It Upon The Innocent?

There Will Be No Real Content Among American Women Unless They Are Made And Kept More Ignorant Or Unless They Are Given Equal Opportunity With Men To Use What They Have Been Taught. And American Men Will Not Be Really Happy Until Their Women Are.

The Main Barrier Between East And West Today Is That The White Man Is Not Willing To Give Up His Superiority And The Colored Man Is No Longer Willing To Endure His Inferiority.

The Truly Creative Mind In Any Field Is No More Than This: A Human Creature Born Abnormally, Inhumanly Sensitive. To Him... A Touch Is A Blow, A Sound Is A Noise, A Misfortune Is A Tragedy, A Joy Is An Ecstasy, A Friend Is A Lover, A Lover Is A God, And Failure Is Death.