Dread not infanticide; the crime is imaginary: we are always mistress of what we carry in our womb, and we do no more harm in dest...roying this kind of matter than in evacuating another, by medicines, when we feel the need.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All over this land women have no political existence. Laws pass over our heads that we can not unmake. Our property is taken from ...us without our consent. The babes we bear in anguish and carry in our arms are not ours.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In our most trivial walks, we are constantly, though unconsciously, steering like pilots by certain well-known beacons and headlan...ds, and if we go beyond our usual course we still carry in our minds the bearing of some neighboring cape; and not till we are completely lost, or turned round,--for a man needs only to be turned round once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost,--do we appreciate the vastness and strangeness of nature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is "enamoured" of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every... beauty?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In progress of time, when my mind was, as it were, strongly impregnated with the Johnsonian æther, I could, with much more facili...ty and exactness, carry in my memory and commit to paper the exuberant variety of his wit and wisdom.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Children, I talks to God and God talks to me. I goes out and talks to God in de fields and de woods. Dis morning I was walking out..., and I got over de fence. I saw de wheat a holding up its head, looking very big. I goes up and takes holt ob it. You b'lieve it, dere was no wheat dare? I says, God, what is de matter wid dis wheat? and he says to me, "Sojourner, dere is a little weasel in it." Now I hears talkin' about de Constitution and de rights of man. I comes up and I takes hold of dis Constitution. it looks mighty big, and I feels for my rights, but der aint any dare. Den, I says, God, what ails dis Constitution? He says to me, "Sojourner, dere is a little weasel in it." I carry no weapon; the Lord will reserve [i.e., preserve] me without weapons, I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everything ends this way in France. Weddings, christenings, duels, burials, swindlings, affairs of state--everything is a pretext ...for a good dinner.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, c...arry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I almost wished that I was still in prison. I felt I wasn't ready to be out making decisions.... Even now over three years a...fter my release, I can carry around fifty rand for two weeks and not spend it. I go into shops, but I find it hard to choose things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »