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Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender- these form the read more
Nor need we power or splendor, wide hall or lordly dome; the good, the true, the tender- these form the wealth of home.
Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She read more
Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes. -Clare Boothe Luce.
A single man has not nearly the value he would have in a state of union. He is an incomplete read more
A single man has not nearly the value he would have in a state of union. He is an incomplete animal. He resembles the odd half of a pair of scissors.
I told my wife that a husband is like a fine wine; he gets better with age. The next day, read more
I told my wife that a husband is like a fine wine; he gets better with age. The next day, she locked me in the cellar.
A commitment to sexual equality with males is a commitment to becoming the rich instead of the poor, the rapist read more
A commitment to sexual equality with males is a commitment to becoming the rich instead of the poor, the rapist instead of the raped, the murderer instead of the murdered.
Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.
Honolulu, it's got everything. Sand for the children, sun for the wife, sharks for the wife's mother.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
Women see better than men. Men see lazily, if they do not expect to act. Women see quite without any read more
Women see better than men. Men see lazily, if they do not expect to act. Women see quite without any wish to act.
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever read more
Our passions are like convulsion fits, which, though they make us stronger for the time, leave us the weaker ever after.