Woman Is Born For Love, And It

I Stand In The Sunny Noon Of Life. Objects No Longer Glitter In The Dews Of Morning, Neither Are Yet Softened By The Shadows Of Evening.

Let Every Woman, Who Has Once Begun To Think, Examine Herself

We Would Have Every Arbitrary Barrier Thrown Down. We Would Have Every Path Laid Open To Woman As Freely As To Man.

I Am Suffocated And Lost When I Have Not The Bright Feeling Of Progression.

There Is No Wholly Masculine Man, No Purely Feminine Woman.