For 'Tis not in mere death that men die most. >>
Since when was genius found respectable? >>
How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues o >>
The suburban housewife -- she was the dream image of the young America >>
For a woman to get a rewarding sense of total creation by way of the m >>
I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes -- and six mont >>
The works of women are symbolical. We sew, sew, prick our fingers, dull our sight, producing what? A pair of slippers, sir, to put on when you're weary -- or a stool. To stumble over and vex you... curse that stool! Or else at best, a cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not, but would be for your sake. Alas, alas! This hurts most, this... that, after all, we are paid the worth of our work, perhaps.