It is you men who make war! ... We, who have children, would never make it! Why should a woman be broken up in pain, to give her child life, only to see him carried away from her, to make food for guns?

Every hen thinks she has laid the best egg! Can we not all believe as we choose? But the choice of others - what is that to us? Let them alone.

I am never at picnics. The ground was not meant to be sat upon in its raw state, I feel sure, and I prefer my food without either caterpillars or drafts!

... the ears of the hunted grow even keener than a hunter's.

... can life be made undignified by any act of man?

When we refuse to accept our limitations, Nature, who is a stern realist, pays us out.

Lots of men hate women now-a-days. ... It was a man-made world, and now we're asking to go shares in the making.