Difficult Folk, These Women!

To Struggle Against Censorship, Whatever Its Nature, And Whatever The Power Under Which It Exists, Is My Duty As A Writer, As Are Calls For Freedom Of The Press. I Am A Passionate Supporter Of That Freedom, And I Consider That If Any Writer Were To Imagine That He Could Prove He Didn't Need That Freedom, Then He Would Be Like A Fish Affirming In Public That It Didn't Need Water.

Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

To Speak The Truth Is Easy And Pleasant.

You Should Never Ask Anyone For Anything. Never- And Especially From Those Who Are More Powerful Than Yourself.

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