Nothing Is Menial Where There Is Love.

It Is Difficult Not To Wonder Whether That Combination Of Elements Which Produces A Machine For Labor Does Not Create Also A Soul Of Sorts, A Dull Resentful Metallic Will, Which Can Rebel At Times.

When One Commits One's Self To An Airborne Craft And The Door Is Fastened Against Earth And Home, There Is No Escape Even By Running Away. The Result Is A Strange Sense Of Peace - Desperate, Perhaps, But Peace.

An Intelligent, Energetic, Educated Woman Cannot Be Kept In Four Walls - Even Satin-lined, Diamond-studded Walls - Without Discovering Sooner Or Later That They Are Still A Prison Cell.

You Are Right,” He Had Said. “love Is Not The Word. No One Can Love His Neighbor. Say, Rather, ‘know Thy Neighbor As Thyself.” That Is, Comprehend His Hardships And Understand His Position, Deal With His Faults As Gently As With Your Own. Do Not Judge Him Where You Do Not Judge Yourself. Madame, This Is The Meaning Of The Word Love.

For War To Man, Like Childbirth To Women, Is Simplifying In Its Emotions And Activities. All The Real Problems Of Life Can Be Put Aside While The One Thing Is Done And Little Thought Is Needed To Do It. ... His Hatreds Can Be Expressed Without Censure, He Can Let His Emotions Run Free, He Can Behave As Dramatically, As Heroically As He Likes, And No One Laughs At Him. It Is Almost Impossible For A Man To Behave Heroically In The Cool And Ordinary Times Of Peace. But In War Anything Is Allowed Him, He Is Praised And Applauded And Made Much Of, As Women Are Excused And Allowed For In Pregnancy.