I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

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.

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

I am always on the women's side.

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.

Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world

Threatened men live long.