It Is To The Man

She Would Wonder What Had Hurt Her When She Found Her Face Wet With Tears, And Then Would Wonder How She Could Have Been Hurt Without Knowing It.

Our Life Is No Dream; But It Ought To Become One, And Perhaps Will.

The Root Of All Rebellion: It Is Because We Are Not Near Enough To Thee To Partake Of Thy Liberty That We Want A Liberty Of Our Own Different From Thine.

In The Hearts Of Witches, Love And Hate Lie Close Together And Often Tumble Over Each Other.

Man's Rank Is His Power To Uplift.