But With The Slow Menace Of A

But With The Slow Menace Of A Glacier, Depression Came On. No One Had Any Measure Of Its Progress; No One Had Any Plan For Stopping It. Everyone Tried To Get Out Of Its Way.

It's Only When We're Relaxed That The Thing Way Down Deep In All Of Us - Call It The Subconscious Mind, The Spirit, What You Will - Has A Chance To Well Up And Tell Us How We Shall Go.

The Door Might Not Be Opened To A Woman Again For A Long, Long Time, And I Had A Kind Of Duty To Other Women To Walk In And Sit Down On The Chair That Was Offered, And So Establish The Right Of Others Long Hence And Far Distant In Geography To Sit In The High Seats.

Being A Woman Has Only Bothered Me In Climbing Trees.

To One Who Believes That Really Good Industrial Conditions Are The Hope For A Machine Civilization, Nothing Is More Heartening Than To Watch Conference Methods And Education Replacing Police Methods