I don't like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I'm from New York. I will kill to get what I need.

I have always felt it is my destiny to build a machine that would allow man to fly.

Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it.

Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.