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.

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 am always on the women's side.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

A freshet in the autumn does not compensate for a drought in the spring.

I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe

We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.