The Knowingness Of Little Girls, Is Hidden

Women Like Other Women Fine. The More Feminine She Is, The More Comfortable A Woman Feels With Her Own Sex. It Is Only The Occasional And Therefore Noticeable Adventuress Who Refuses To Make Friends With Us.

Sometimes I Have A Notion That What Might Improve The Situation Is To Have Women Take Over The Occupations Of Government And Trade And To Give Men Their Freedom.

Oh, Princes Thrive On Caviar, The Poor On Whey And Curds, / And Politicians, I Infer, Must Eat Their Windy Words. / It's Crusts That Feed The Virtuous, It's Cake That Comforts Sinners, / But Writers Live On Bread And Praise At Literary Dinners.

Ah, Snug Lie Those That Slumber Beneath Conviction's Roof. Their Floors Are Sturdy Lumber, Their Windows Weatherproof. But I Sleep Cold Forever And Cold Sleep All My Kind, For I Was Born To Shiver In The Draft From An Open Mind.

Let Others, Worn With Living / And Living's Aftermath, / Take Sleep To Heal The Heart's Distress, / Take Love To Be Their Comfortress, / Take Song Or Food Or Fancy Dress, / But I Shall Take A Bath.