Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.

There is a point at which curiosity becomes unbearable, when it becomes an obsession, like hunger.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

I suppose it is because woman's courage is mental and man's physical, that in times of great strain women always make the better showing.

Old men make wars that young men may die.