I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

I am a Christian. That obliges me to be a Communist.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for - scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

I am afraid we must make the world honest before we can honestly say to our children that honesty is the best policy.

My feeling is that labels are for canned food... I am what I am - and I know what I am.

Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.