There is a solitude which each and every one of us has always carried within. More inaccessible than the ice-cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea: the solitude of self.
It is impossible for one class to appreciate the wrongs of another.
Human beings lose their logic in their vindictiveness.
Self-development is a higher duty than self-sacrifice.
The right is ours. Have it we must. Use it we will.
The woman is uniformly sacrificed to the wife and mother.