Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.

To think there are men who dare so defile a church, a sacred sanctuary dedicated to God. We have to hold up our skirts and walk tiptoe, so covered is the floor, the aisle and pews, with the dark shower of tobacco juice.

Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.

There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.