I Can Become Very Emotional About Math,

It Is Not Wrong To Be Different. Sometimes It Is Hard, But It Is Not Wrong.

Having A Mother Who Had Been An Aeronautical Engineer Convinced Me That More Things Should Be Open To Women.

Empress Of The Universe Would Be Way Too Much Work. I'd Have To Wear Fancy Clothes, Probably Including Lady Shoes With Pointed Toes, And Could No Longer Slouch Into The Study In Pjs And Slippers. Someone Would (avert!) Straighten My Desk. Someone Would Reorganize My Yarn Stash...in Fact, They'd Assign Someone Else To Knit My Socks, Thus Depriving Me Of An Excuse To Rest My Brain While Pretending To Accomplish Something Useful.

A Tree Is Alive, And Thus It Is Always More Than You Can See. Roots To Leaves, Yes-those You Can, In Part, See. But It Is More-it Is The Lichens And Moss And Ferns That Grow On Its Bark, The Life Too Small To See That Lives Among Its Roots, A Community We Know Of, But Do Not Think On. It Is Every Fly And Bee And Beetle That Uses It For Shelter Or Food, Every Bird That Nests In Its Branches. Every One An Individual, And Yet Every One Part Of The Tree, And The Tree Part Of Every One.

Even If A Tamed Wolf Makes A Good Sheepdog, He Will Never Understand How The Sheep Feel....you Are Most Fortunate. For Having Been, As You Thought, A Coward, And Helpless To Fight - You Know What That Is Like. You Know What Bitterness That Feeling Breeds - You Know In Your Own Heart What Kind Of Evil It Brings. And So You Are Most Fit To Fight It Where It Occurs.