Until Mothers Earn Their Livings, Women Will

Never In All Her Life Had She Imagined That This Idolized Millinery Could Look, To Those Who Paid For It, Like The Decorations Of An Insane Monkey.

In New York City, Everyone Is An Exile, None More So Than The Americans.

A Million Million Worlds That Move In Peace;a Million Mighty Laws That Never Cease;and One Small Ant-heap, Hidden By Small Weeds,rich With Eggs, Slaves And Store Of Millet-seeds.they Sleep Beneath The Sodand Trust In God.

The Time Is Approaching When We Shall Consider It Abhorrent To Our Civilization To Allow A Human Being To Die In Prolonged Agony Which We Should Mercifully End In Any Other Creature.

I Ran Against A Prejudice That Quite Cut Off The View.