A Hungry Man Can't See Right Or

The Older A People Grows, The More It Absorbs Its Own Landscape And Builds To It.

Yet There Were Times When He Did Love Her With All The Kindness She Demanded, And How Was She To Know What Were Those Times? Alone She Raged Against His Cheerfulness And Put Herself At The Mercy Of Her Own Love And Longed To Be Free Of It Because It Made Her Less Than He And Dependent On Him. But How Could She Be Free Of Chains She Had Put Upon Herself? Her Soul Was All Tempest. The Dreams She Had Once Had Of Her Life Were Dead. She Was In Prison In The House. And Yet Who Was Her Jailer Except Herself?

Though Some Men Did Not Make War As Others Did, If They Sold Their Goods For Profit To The War-makers, Did It Make Them Better Because The Weapon Was Not In Their Own Hands, If They Had Made The Weapon And Sold It And So Put It Into The Hands Of Those Used It Upon The Innocent?

It Certainly Must Have Been A Relief For Women Of The Country To Realize That One Could Be A Woman And A Lady And Yet Be Thoroughly Political.

There Will Never Cease To Be Ferment In The World Unless People Are Sure Of Their Food.