Our First Journey Is To Find That

I Stand At The Altar Of Murdered Men, And, While I Live, I Fight Their Cause.

Women Have No Sympathy And My Experience Of Women Is Almost As Large As Europe.

Women Dream Till They Have No Longer The Strength To Dream; Those Dreams Against Which They So Struggle, So Honestly, Vigorously, And Conscientiously, And So In Vain, Yet Which Are Their Life, Without Which They Could Not Have Lived; Those Dreams Go At Last.

I Think One's Feelings Waste Themselves In Words; They Ought All To Be Distilled Into Actions Which Bring Results.

I Use The Word Nursing For Want Of A Better.