Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. – Louise Bogan
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. – Louise Bogan

Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread. – Louise Bogan
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. – Louise Bogan
The intellectual is a middle-class product; if he is not born into the class he must soon insert himself into it, in order to exist. He is the fine nervous flower of the bourgeoisie. – Louise Bogan
Because language is the carrier of ideas, it is easy to believe that it should be very little else than such a carrier. – Louise Bogan
No man who respects his mother or loves his sister, can speak disparagingly of any woman; however low she may seem to have sunk, she is still a woman. I want every man to remember this. Every woman is, or, at some time, has been a sister or daughter…. – Victoria Claflin Woodhull Martin, Tried As By Fire; or, The True and the False,