All Birth Is Unwilling.

What The Common Man Cannot Understand He Hates.

... [i]n Any War A Victory Means Another War, And Yet Another, Until Some Day Inevitably The Tides Turn, And The Victor Is The Vanquished, And The Circle Reverses Itself, But Remains Nevertheless A Circle.

In A Mood Of Faith And Hope My Work Goes On. A Ream Of Fresh Paper Lies On My Desk Waiting For The Next Book. I Am A Writer And I Take Up My Pen To Write.

She Had Always Been Too Wise To Tell Him All She Thought And Felt, Knowing By Some Intuition Of Her Own Womanhood That No Man Wants To Know Everything Of Any Woman.

For No Country Is A True Democracy Whose Women Have Not An Equal Share In Life With Men, And Until We Realize This We Shall Never Achieve A Real Democracy On This Earth.