They 'll have their day for repentance yet.

What a rapture to have a thousand horsemen following you! I suppose there never was a man worthy of the name who roared to be a woman.

I know I could have shrieked half my life through to have been born male.

It 's no matter now.

When we come to this hateful old age, we meet: no, we 're no sex then--we 're dry sticks.