A Poverty That Is Universal May Be

All My Life Long I Have Been Sensible Of The Injustice Constantly Done To Women. Since I Have Had To Fight The World Single-handed, There Has Not Been One Day I Have Not Smarted Under The Wrongs I Have Had To Bear, Because I Was Not Only A Woman, But A Woman Doing A Man's Work, Without Any Man, Husband, Son, Brother Or Friend, To Stand At My Side, And To See Some Semblance Of Justice Done Me. I Cannot Forget, For Injustice Is A Sixth Sense, And Rouses All The Others.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

A Poverty That Is Universal May Be Cheerfully Borne; It Is An Individual Poverty That Is Painful And Humiliating.

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.

... If Fiction Does Not Show Us A Better Life Than Reality, What Is The Good Of It?