Soul, What Have I To Do With

There Is No Door At Which The Hand Of Woman Has Knocked For Admission Into A New Field Of Toil But There Have Been Found On The Other Side The Hands Of Strong And Generous Men Eager To Turn It For Her, Almost Before She Knocks.

Men's Bodies Are Our Women's Works Of Art. Given To Us Power Of Control, We Will Never Carelessly Throw Them In To Fill Up The Gaps In Human Relationships Made By International Ambitions And Greeds ... War Will Pass When Intellectual Culture And Activity Have Made Possible To The Female An Equal Share In The Governance Of Modern National Life; It Will Probably Not Pass Away Much Sooner; Its Extinction Will Not Be Delayed Much Longer.

Ones Real Deathless Wealth Is All The Beautiful Souls One Has Seen And Spiritually Touched.

We Were Equals Once When We Lay New-born Babes On Our Nurse's Knees. We Will Be Equal Again When They Tie Up Our Jaws For The Last Sleep.

Perhaps The Old Monks Were Right When They Tried To Root Love Out; Perhaps The Poets Are Right When They Try To Water It. It Is A Blood-red Flower, With The Color Of Sin; But There Is Always The Scent Of A God About It.