I am always on the women's side.

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.

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

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.

She died praying that she might die.

I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe

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