because we are always staring at the stars, we learn the shortness of our arms.

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.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

From class consciousness to class hatred was but a step.

Patience and endurance were not virtues in a woman; they were necessities, forced on her. Perhaps some day things would change and women would renounce them. They would rise up and say: 'We are not patient. We will endure no more.' Then what would happen to the world?

To the bottle! In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle.

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