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The Day Will Dawn When Europe Will Believe Only In The Man Who Tramples Her Underfoot.

I'm A Great Poet. I Don't Put My Poems On Paper: They Consist Of Actions And Feelings.

Old Maids, Having Never Bent Their Temper Or Their Lives To Other Lives And Other Tempers, As Woman's Destiny Requires, Have For The Most Part A Mania For Making Everything About Them Bend To Them.

To Lese-majeste And Contempt Of Court, We Must Add The Crime Of Lese-million, That Fearful Indignity We Visit On The Rich When We Expose The Impotence Of Gold.

The Sanctity Of Womanhood Is Incompatible With Social Liberty And Social Claims; And For A Woman Emancipation Means Corruption.