Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.

The middle years of life come on like thunder.

I saw what could be done with words, for I had a vision of a new world as I talked.

The horse on the treadmill may be very discontented, but he is not disposed to tell his troubles, for he cannot stop to talk.

We may yet live to see the day when women will be no longer news! And it cannot come too soon. I want to be a peaceful, happy, normal human being, pursuing my unimpeded way through life, never having to stop to explain, defend or apologize for my sex.

Prohibition is a hard sounding word, worthless as a rallying cry, hard as a locked door or going to bed without your supper.