And the woman who could win the respect of man was often the woman who could knock him down with her bare fists and sit on him until he yelled for help.

To die would have been beautiful. But I belong to those who do not die for the sake of beauty.

When I was a girl, the West was still young, and the law of force, of physical force, was dominant.

But I see no reason why a woman should not grow and develop in all those outlets which are suited to her nature, it matters not at all what they may be.

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial.

My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.

Like all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection; to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.