I Know There Will Be Spring, As

To Us, From The Beginning, Nature Has Been But A Poor Plastic Thing, To Be Toyed With This Way Or That, As Man Happens To Please His Deity Or Not; To Go To Church Or Not; To Say His Prayers Right Or Not; To Travel On A Sunday Or Not.was It Possible For Us In An Instant To See Nature As She Is-the Flowing Vestment Of An Unchanging Reality?

There Is No Door At Which The Hand Of Woman Has Knocked For Admission Into A New Field Of Toil But There Have Been Found On The Other Side The Hands Of Strong And Generous Men Eager To Turn It For Her, Almost Before She Knocks.

There's Something Beautiful About Finding One's Innermost Thoughts In Another.

No Woman Who Is A Woman Says Of A Human Body, 'it Is Nothing' ... On This One Point, And On This Point Alone, The Knowledge Of Woman, Simply As Woman, Is Superior To That Of Man; She Knows The History Of Human Flesh; She Knows Its Cost; He Does Not.

I Know There Will Be Spring, As Surely As The Birds Know It When They See Above The Snow Two Tiny, Quivering Green Leaves. Spring Cannot Fail Us.