We Were Equals Once When We Lay

I Think If I Were Dying And I Heard Of An Act Of Injustice, It Would Start Me Up To A Moment's Life Again.

No Woman Has The Right To Marry A Man If She Has To Bend Herself Out Of Shape For Him. She Might Wish To, But She Could Never Be To Him With All Her Passionate Endeavor What The Other Woman Could Be To Him Without Trying. Character Will Dominate Over All And Will Come Out At Last.

A Little Weeping, A Little Wheedling, A Little Self-degradation, A Little Careful Use Of Our Advantages, And Then Some Man Will Say .come, Be My Wife! With Good Looks And Youth Marriage Is Easy To Attain. There Are Men Enough; But A Woman Who Has Sold Herself, Even For A Ring And A New Name, Need Hold Her Skirt Aside For No Creature In The Street. They Both Earn Their Bread In One Way. Marriage For Love Is The Most Beautiful External Symbol Of The Union Of Souls; Marriage Without It Is The Least Clean Traffic That Defiles The World.

Our Fathers Had Their Dreams; We Have Ours; The Generation That Follows Will Have Its Own. Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

There Are Some Of Us Who In After Years Say To Fate, 'now Deal Us Your Hardest Blow, Give Us What You Will; But Let Us Never Again Suffer As We Suffered When We Were Children.' The Barb In The Arrow Of Childhood's Suffering Is This: Its Intense Loneliness, Its Intense Ignorance.