When Men Make Themselves Into Brutes It

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

All My Life Long I Have Been Sensible Of The Injustice Constantly Done To Women. Since I Have Had To Fight The World Single-handed, There Has Not Been One Day I Have Not Smarted Under The Wrongs I Have Had To Bear, Because I Was Not Only A Woman, But A Woman Doing A Man's Work, Without Any Man, Husband, Son, Brother Or Friend, To Stand At My Side, And To See Some Semblance Of Justice Done Me. I Cannot Forget, For Injustice Is A Sixth Sense, And Rouses All The Others.

Be Not Too Strict - Too Far East Is West. You May Lose All By Demanding All.

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

The Breed Is More Than The Pasture. As You Know, The Cuckoo Lays Her Eggs In Any Bird's Nest; It May Be Hatched Among Blackbirds Or Robins Or Thrushes, But It Is Always A Cuckoo. ... A Man Cannot Deliver Himself From His Ancestors.