“Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.”

“Writers were blessed stenographers taking divine dictation.”

“We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.”

“We went through all the usual exchanges dictated by Hollywood and polite society. She tried to scream and bite the palm of my hand, and I told her to be quiet because I wasn't going to hurt her unless she shouted. She shouted and I hurt her. Pretty standard stuff, really.”

“My dear,Is it true that your mind is sometimes like a batteringRamRunning all through the city,Shouting so madly inside and outAbout the ten thousand thingsThat do not matter?”

“As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,The rising of the women means the rising of the race.No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses.”