Literature is open to everybody. I refuse to allow you, Beadle though you are, to turn me off the grass. Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt, that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

“The sky is blue,' he said, 'the grass is green.' Looking up, he saw that, on th…”

“Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other p…”

“If woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine…”

“And then she said to herself, brandishing her sword at life, nonsense.”