The fetish of the great university, of expensive colleges for young women, is too often simply a fetish. It is not based on a genuine desire for learning. Education today need not be sought at any great distance. It is largely compounded of two things, of a certain snobbishness on the part of parents, and of escape from home on the part of youth. And to those who must earn quickly it is often sheer waste of time. Very few colleges prepare their students for any special work.
it's been my experience that the first few days of married life women are blind because they want to be and after that because they have to be.
The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
The great God endows His children variously. To some He gives intellect...and they move the earth. To some He allots heart...and the beating pulse of humanity is theirs. But to some He gives only a soul, without intelligence...and these, who never grow up, but remain always His children, are God's fools, kindly, elemental, simple, as if from His palette the Artist of all has taken one color instead of many.
War is a thing of fearful and curious anomalies ... It has shown that government by men only is not an appeal to reason, but an appeal to arms; that on women, without a voice to protest, must fall the burden. It is easier to die than to send a son to death.
I believe that the matter is automatically self-regulating; that those women who prefer the home and have an ability for it will eventually return to it; that others, like myself, will compromise; and that still others, temperamentally unfitted for it, will remain in the world to add to its productivity.
What a tragedy it was that the only thing age could offer to youth was its own experience, and that the experiences of others were never profitable.
Enemies are an indication of character.
it is axiomatic with most writing people that there are no such things as perfect conditions for work.
Every writer knows the terror of an unexpected success. How to carry on? How to repeat it?
[The writer] wants both to do the best possible work and also to reach the largest possible audience. The result is a fairly normal condition of discouragement.
The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.
Women are like dogs really. They love like dogs, a little insistently. And they like to fetch and carry and come back wistfully after hard words, and learn rather easily to carry a basket.
Men love a joke - on the other fellow. But your really humorous woman loves a joke on herself.
The only way to make a husband over according to one's ideas ... would be to adopt him at an early age, say four.
my family, although it keeps its hair, turns gray early - a business asset but a social handicap.
Some day some one will write a book about that frantic search of the creative worker for silence and freedom, not only from interruption but from the fear of interruption.
I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.
There is nothing for the modern man or woman to fear about most cases of cancer. Nothing except delay.
Politics is still the man's game. The women are allowed to do the chores, the dirty work, and now and then--but only occasionally--one is present at some secret conference or other. But it's not the rule. They can go out and get the vote, if they can and will; they can collect money, they can be grateful for being permitted to work. But that is all.
every act of one's life is the unavoidable result of every act that has preceded it.
Well, that was life. It was an old tree, and the old passed on. Probably they did not mind. There came a time when all sap ran slowly, and the peace of age with all things behind it merged easily into the peace of death. The difficult thing was to be young.
Men were not equal in the effort they made, nor did equal efforts bring equal result. ... Equality of opportunity, yes. Equality of effort and result, no.
It was said of Miss Letitia that when money came into her possession it went out of circulation.
Herbert used to say that he was as tight as the paper on the wall.
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