There Is No Sorrow Like The Memory

No Man Or Woman Can Live Another's Fate

A Woman Is Never Free To Bear A Child Unless She Is Also Free To Abort It.

Light Flared Through Every Limb, A Force Far Too Great To Be Contained In Any Human Frame; But For That Moment She Was The Great Mother, Giving Birth To The World.

A Babe At The Breast Is As Much Pleasure As The Bearing Is Pain.

Some Knowledge And Some Song And Some Beauty Must Be Kept For Those Days Before The World Again Plunges Into Darkness.