Perhaps The Old Monks Were Right When

If The Bird Does Like Its Cage, And Does Like Its Sugar And Will Not Leave It, Why Keep The Door So Very Carefully Shut?

Men's Bodies Are Our Women's Works Of Art. Given To Us Power Of Control, We Will Never Carelessly Throw Them In To Fill Up The Gaps In Human Relationships Made By International Ambitions And Greeds ... War Will Pass When Intellectual Culture And Activity Have Made Possible To The Female An Equal Share In The Governance Of Modern National Life; It Will Probably Not Pass Away Much Sooner; Its Extinction Will Not Be Delayed Much Longer.

It Is Finer To Bring One Noble Human Being Into The World And Rear It Well... Than To Kill Ten Thousand.

Our Fathers Had Their Dreams; We Have Ours; The Generation That Follows Will Have Its Own. Without Dreams And Phantoms Man Cannot Exist.

Men Are Like The Earth And We Are The Moon; We Turn Always One Side To Them, And They Think There Is No Other, Because They Don't See It - But There Is.