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I don't understand women. Nobody does. Least of all themselves.

I felt a poignant memory of those desolate patches of disillusion which are the shocks of growing up. The discovery that one lived in a world which could pay honour where honour was not due, was just such a one. The values were rocked, the dependable was suddenly flimsy, the solid became hollow, gold turned to brass, there was no integrity anywhere . . .

"There is many a flower which would not be growing if the dung had not happened to fall where it did."

"Most births are painful, and none are pretty."

"An open mind is a difficult thing to keep."

Pretty girls are lovely as the flowers in May, but there are so many flowers in May.

"Intelligent life is the only thing that gives meaning to the universe. It is a holy thing, to be fostered and treasured.

Without it nothing begins, nothing ends, there can be nothing through all eternity but the mindless babblings of chaos . . .

Therefore, the nurture of all intelligent forms is a sacred duty. Even the merest spark of reason must be fanned in the hope of a flame. Frustrated intelligence must have its bonds broken. Narrow-channelled intelligence must be given the power to widen out. High intelligence must be learned from."

'You can't drive a flock of sheep to market in a dead straight line, but there are ways of getting 'em there.'

"There's nothing more egocentric than a cat."

'Cruelty is as old as life itself.'

'The dove is not a coward to fear the hawk; it is simply wise.'

'Nobody,' she said, 'nobody but a child, or a child-minded person, expects life to be fair.'