A Right , In The Abstract, Is

Let Every Woman Ask Herself: "why Am I The Slave Of Man? Why Is My Brain Said Not To Be The Equal Of His Brain? Why Is My Work Notpaid Equally With His? Why Must My Body Be Controlled By My Husband? Why May He Take My Labor In The Household, Giving Me In Exchange What He Deems Fit? Why May He Take My Children From Me? Will Them Away While Yet Unborn?" Let Every Woman Ask.

I Never Expect Men To Give Us Liberty. No, Women, We Are Not Worth It Until We Take It.

I Die, As I Have Lived, A Free Spirit, An Anarchist, Owing No Allegiance To Rulers, Heavenly Or Earthly.

And Sometimes When I Am Weary, When The Path Is Thorny And Wild, I'll Look Back To The Eyes In The Twilight, Back To The Eyes That Smiled. And Pray That A Wreath Like A Rainbow May Slip From The Beautiful Past, And Crown Me Again With The Sweet, Strong Love And Keep Me, And Hold Me Fast.

Is It Not Enough That 'things Are Cruel And Blind'? Must We Also Be Cruel And Blind?