Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.

Never repeat old grievances.

Two people getting together to write a book is like three people getting together to have a baby. One of them is superfluous.

The real Brahms is nothing more than a sentimental voluptuary

The practical question, then, is what to do with the children. Tolerate them at home we will not. Let them run loose in the streets we dare not until our streets become safe places for children, which, to our utter shame, they are not at present, though they can hardly be worse than some homes and some schools.

The buried truth germinates and breaks through to the light.

Tradition will accustom people to any atrocity