Thousands of women are crushed and made inarticulate by that system and never develop as their natures would force them to develop were they in a decent environment.

In the little hall leading to it was a rack holding various Socialist or radical newspapers, tracts, and pamphlets in very small print and on very bad paper. The subjects treated were technical Marxist theories.

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

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

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

So I had to be the doctor to these wounded men until we could remove them to the hospital. There were fifty-four women and forty little boys with the Red Army prisoners, and I went daily to take care of them also.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!