A sturdy lad from New Hampshire or Vermont who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms it, peddles, keeps a school,... preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, buys a township, and so forth, in successive years, and always like a cat falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these city dolls. He walks abreast with his days and feels no shame in not "studying a profession," for he does not postpone his life, but lives already.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... while our men seem thoroughly abreast of the times on almost every other subject, when they strike the woman question they dro...p back into sixteenth century logic. They leave nothing to be desired generally in regard to gallantry and chivalry, but they actually do not seem sometimes to have outgrown that old contemporary of chivalry--the idea that women may stand on pedestals or live in doll houses,... but they must not furrow their brows with thought or attempt to help men tug at the great questions of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the history of the United States, there is no continuity at all. You can cut through it anywhere and nothing on this side of th...e cut has anything to do with anything on the other side.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In the Native American tradition ... a man, if he's a mature adult, nurtures life. He does rituals that will help things grow, he ...helps raise the kids, and he protects the people. His entire life is toward balance and cooperativeness. The ideal of manhood is the same as the ideal of womanhood. You are autonomous, self-directing, and responsible for the spiritual, social and material life of all those with whom you live.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You haven't weighed the consequences for your love,... nor have you any regard for your friends. Why are you making such a jealous fuss now, prude, when it's too late? With your own hands You've brought down upon yourself these coals, their blazing points of flame as bright as Doomsday Fire. So enough now of your crying in the wilderness. You've erased the tracery on your cheek by covering it with your palm. Your sighs have kissed away the juice of your lower lip, tasty as nectar and at every instant, the tear that's stuck in your throat is making your sloping breasts tremble. Unkind girl, anger has become your lover, not I.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I started out as a nurse I did so with the highest ideals.... But I found that steady work in my profession--like every woman...'s work in the world--depended upon the giving of myself.... Two-thirds of the physicians I met made a nurse's virtue the price of their influence in getting her steady work. Is it any wonder that I determined to become a member of this privileged sex, if possible?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I wasn't born to be a fighter. I was born with a gentle nature, a flexible character and an organism as equilibrated as it is judg...ed hysterical. I shouldn't have been forced to fight constantly and ferociously. The causes I have fought for have invariably been causes that should have been gained by a delicate suggestion. Since they never were, I made myself into a fighter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had been curiously depressed all day. In the night I wakened. First precise thought: I know why I'm depressed--nothing inspired ...is going on. Second: I demand that life be inspired every moment. Third: the only way to guarantee this is to have inspired conversation every moment. Fourth: most people never get so far as conversation; they haven't the stamina, and there is no time. Fifth: if I had a magazine I could spend my time filling it up with the best conversation the world has to offer. Sixth: marvelous idea--salvation. Seventh: decision to do it. Deep sleep.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »