Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?

Child murderers practice their profession without let or hindrance, and open infant butcheries unquestioned...Is there no remedy for all this ante-natal child murder?

I do not ask for my rights. I have no rights. I have only wrongs.

A woman's suffering is never above half known, for the fact of the publicity of her wrongs is counted to her for disgrace.

A child's eyes, those clear wells of undefiled thought—what on earth can be more beautiful? Full of hope, love and curiosity, they meet your own.

Old Time, who changes all below, To wean men gently for the grave.

Of all the joys that lighten suffering earth, what joy is welcomed like a new born child?