Our Faith In The Present Dies Out

So Much Of The Trouble Is Because I Am A Woman. To Me It Seems A Very Terrible Thing To Be A Woman. There Is One Crown Which Perhaps Is Worth It All--a Great Love, A Quiet Home, And Children. We All Know That Is All That Is Worthwhile, And Yet We Must Peg Away, Showing Off Our Wares On The Market If We Have Money, Or Manufacturing Careers For Ourselves If We Haven't.

The Happiest Excitement In Life Is To Be Convinced That One Is Fighting For All One Is Worth On Behalf Of Some Clearly Seen And Deeply Felt Good, And Against Some Greatly Scorned Evil.

Society In Its Full Sense . . . Is Never An Entity Separable From The Individuals Who Compose It.

The Trouble Is Not That We Are Never Happy-it Is That Happiness Is So Episodical.

No Man Ever Looks At The World With Pristine Eyes. He Sees It Edited By A Definite Set Of Customs And Institutions And Ways Of Thinking.