Love, Smoke And A Cough Cannot Long

We All Enter The World Little Plastic Beings, With So Much Natural Force, Perhaps, But For The Rest--blank; And The World Tells Uswhat We Are To Be, And Shapes Us By The Ends It Sets Before Us. To You It Says--work; And To Us It Says--seem! To You It Says--as You Approximate To Man's Highest Ideal Of God, As Your Arm Is Strong And Your Knowledge Great, And The Power To Labour Is With You, So You Shall Gain All That Human Heart Desires. To Us It Says--strength Shall Not Help You, Nor Knowledge, Nor Labour. You Shall Gain What Men Gain, But By Other Means. And So The World Makes Men And Women.

Genius Has No Limit Of Sex Or Race.

There Are Some Of Us Who In After Years Say To Fate, 'now Deal Us Your Hardest Blow, Give Us What You Will; But Let Us Never Again Suffer As We Suffered When We Were Children.' The Barb In The Arrow Of Childhood's Suffering Is This: Its Intense Loneliness, Its Intense Ignorance.

No Good Work Is Ever Done While The Heart Is Hot And Anxious And Fretted.

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.