The Accusation That I Am A Woman

You Can Always Get Sympathy By Using The Word Small. With Little Industries You Feel As You Do About A Little Puppy.

It's Only When We're Relaxed That The Thing Way Down Deep In All Of Us - Call It The Subconscious Mind, The Spirit, What You Will - Has A Chance To Well Up And Tell Us How We Shall Go.

This Leads To A Question - If A Great Many People Are For A Certain Project, Is It Necessarily Right? If The Vast Majority Is For It, Is It Even More Certainly Right? This, To Be Sure, Is One Of The Tricky Points Of Democracy. The Minority Often Turns Out To Be Right, And Though One Believes In The Efficacy Of The Democratic Process, One Has Also To Recognize That The Demand Of The Many For A Particular Project At A Particular Time May Mean Only Disaster.

Out Of Our First Century Of National Life We Evolved The Ethical Principle That It Was Not Right Or Just That An Honest And Industrious Man Should Live And Die In Misery. He Was Entitled To Some Degree Of Sympathy And Security. Our Conscience Declared Against The Honest Workman's Becoming A Pauper, But Our Eyes Told Us That He Very Often Did.

Being A Woman Has Only Bothered Me In Climbing Trees.