“The truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth.”

I thought I’d spent too much of my life listening for some damn man – for my father and now for my husband.

She thinks that before her arrival on the scene no woman ever did anything worthwhile before

A great many of us have confused change with progress.

I think every woman is entitled to a middle husband she can forget.

Death is a door life opens.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

Happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you’re lucky.

There is so little difference between husbands you might as well keep the first.

Joy seems to me a step beyond happiness.

The motion picture is the people’s Art.

God made man, and then said I can do better than that and made woman.

Truth, even in the mouth of an informer, a spy, a briber, can become bigger than anybody who tries to destroy it.

Joy is a light that fills you with hope and faith and love.

Happiness is a sort of atmosphere you can live in sometimes when you’re lucky.

Woman’s work as a listener is never done. …

Joy is a light that fills you with hope and faith and love.

If you are not wanting to do your work, why would a clone of you want to do your work?

Comfortable means gradually more and more flattened down, more and more blunt – less and less sharp and biting into you.

If anything is spoken in jest, it is not fair to turn it to earnest.

Human life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.

I think death has a right to its own courage and dignity and self-respect.

Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air’s embrace.

We ask advice but we mean approbation.

The only way I know how to deliver is to focus; some people can turn it on or off – I’d rather stay in character.