There Is No Part Of My Life,

Religious Men Are And Must Be Heretics Now- For We Must Not Pray, Except In A "form" Of Words, Made Beforehand- Or Think Of God But With A Prearranged Idea.

I Can Stand Out The War With Any Man.

What The Horrors Of War Are, No One Can Imagine. They Are Not Wounds And Blood And Fever, Spotted And Low, Or Dysentery, Chronic And Acute, Cold And Heat And Famine. They Are Intoxication, Drunken Brutality, Demoralization And Disorder On The Part Of The Inferior... Jealousies, Meanness, Indifference, Selfish Brutality On The Part Of The Superior.

We Are What We Repeatedly Do. Excellence, Then, Is Not An Act, But A Habit. Aristotle How Very Little Can Be Done Under The Spirit Of Fear.

The Time Is Come When Women Must Do Something More Than The "domestic Hearth," Which Means Nursing The Infants, Keeping A Pretty House, Having A Good Dinner And An Entertaining Party.