What would knowledge help me?
The less a woman has in her head the lighter she is for climbing.

I once heard an old man say, that he never saw intellect help a woman so much as a pretty ankle; and it was the truth.

They begin to shape us to our cursed end," she said, with her lips drawn in to look as though they smiled, "when we are tiny things in shoes and socks.

We sit with our little feet drawn up under us in the window, and look out at the boys in their happy play.

We want to go.