Get Out Of My Way; For I

It Exasperated Her To Think That The Dungeon In Which She Had Languished For So Many Unhappy Years Had Been Unlocked All The Time, And That The Impulses She Had So Carefully Struggled With And Stifled For The Sake Of Keeping Well With Society, Were Precisely Those By Which Alone She Could Have Come Into Any Sort Of Sincere Human Contact.

Our Political Experiment Of Democracy, The Last Refuge Of Cheap Misgovernment.

Hate Is The Revenge Of A Coward Intimidated.

Except During The Nine Months Before He Draws His First Breath, No Man Manages His Affairs As Well As A Tree Does.

An Actress Is Not A Lady; At Least, When She Is, She Is Not An Actress.