The women of this century are neither idle nor indifferent. They are working with might and main to mitigate the evils which stare... them in the face on every side, but much of their work is without knowledge. It is aimed at the effects, not the cause; it is plucking the spoiled fruit; it is lopping off the poisonous branches of the deadly upas tree, which but makes the root more vigorous in sending out new shoots in every direction. A right understanding of physiological law teaches us that the cause must be removed; the tree must be girdled; the tap-root must be severed. The tap-root of our social upas lies deep down at the very foundations of society. It is woman's dependence. It is woman's subjection. Hence, the first and only efficient work must be to emancipate woman from her enslavement.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the first time in history that a war has involved the whole world, and also it may last many years more; this thought is s...oul-shattering for all of us as human beings. It is horrible to think that the crimes committed by this one man Hitler have these many years been destroying the lives of hundreds of thousands and millions, and one would despair entirely were it not certain that the majority, the innumerable majority which opposes him openly or secretly, will succeed in wiping out once and for all him and his.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Realism holds that things known may continue to exist unaltered when they are not known, or that things may pass in and out of the... cognitive relation without prejudice to their reality, or that the existence of a thing is not correlated with or dependent upon the fact that anybody experiences it, perceives it, conceives it, or is in any way aware of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the processes That first mentioned your name at some crowded cocktail... Party long ago, and someone (not the person addressed) Overheard it and carried that name around in his wallet For years as the wallet crumbled and bills slid in And out of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret-room... Piled high with cases in my father's name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my past, Like some small nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My books!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us ...in, not out.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In a world that holds books and babies and canyon trails, why should one condemn oneself to live day-in, day-out with people one d...oes not like, and sell oneself to chaperone and correct them?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
... in nine out of ten cases the original wish to write is the wish to make oneself felt ... [ellipsis in source] the non-essentia...l writer never gets past that wish.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »