A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes.

I used to work in a fire hydrant factory. You couldn't park anywhere near the place.

If my kid couldn't draw I'd make sure that my kitchen magnets didn't work.

I will say that the idea of a woman being deceptive came from that original discussion with critics and reporters about if woman could do that kind of thing. Evelyn herself grew out of the discussions about how capable women are of deceit and lying and manipulation.

The trouble with women umpires is that I couldn't argue with one. I'd put my arms around her and give her a little kiss.

I just love bossy women. I could be around them all day. To me bossy is not a pejorative term at all. It means somebody's passionate and engaged and ambitious and doesn't mind leading.

Oh if I could but live another century and see the fruition of all the work for women! There is so much yet to be done.

But what of black women?... I most sincerely doubt if any other race of women could have brought its fineness up through so devilish a fire.

You women could make someone fall in love even with a lie.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.