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.

I have no objection to a man being a man, however masculine that may be.

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

Gambling in the mark has been the great indoor sport of the capitalists for months, and consequently food has increased by 25 to 100 per cent.

I have always detested the belief that sex is the chief bond between man and woman. Friendship is far more human.

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.

Now, being a girl, I was ashamed of my body and my lack of strength. So I tried to be a man. I shot, rode, jumped, and took part in all the fights of the boys.