When I found I had given birth to a human wreckage, to a child that was an imbecile, my heart was broken.
My opinions and principles are subjects of just criticism. I put myself before the public voluntarily.
I do not shake hands from a sanitary standpoint.
For a woman to consider a financial question was shuddered over as a profanity.
Woman, no less than man, can qualify herself for the more onerous occupations of life.
I and others of my sex find ourselves controlled by a form of government in the inauguration of which we had no voice.
