The poor fatherless baby of eight months is now the utterly broken-hea >>
We placed the wreaths upon the splendid granite sarcophagus, and at it >>
I don't dislike babies, though I think very young ones rather disgusti >>
It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son -- and anothe >>
As vivacity is the gift of women, gravity is that of men. >>
When men and woman die, as poets sung, his heart's the last part moves >>
For a man to strike any women is most brutal, and I, as well as everyone else, think this far worse than any attempt to shoot, which, wicked as it is, is at least more comprehensible and more courageous.