What in me is pure conviction is simple prejudice in you.

Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

It is the leisured, I have noticed, who rebel the most at an interruption of routine.

Tomorrow will come and today will pass, / But the hearts of the young are brittle as glass.

Let others, worn with living / And living's aftermath, / Take Sleep to heal the heart's distress, / Take Love to be their comfortress, / Take Song or Food or Fancy Dress, / But I shall take a Bath.

Pressed for rules and verities, All i recolelct are these: Feed a cold and starve a fever. Argue with no true believer. Think-too-long is never-act. Scratch a myth and find a fact.

Sometimes I have a notion that what might improve the situation is to have women take over the occupations of government and trade and to give men their freedom.