"The old shibboleth! What is this mission which is reserved for woman?
All that is humble, that is mean, that is soul-killing, that is so contemptible and so ill-paid that none other will touch it.

All that is woman's mission.

And who imposed these limitations upon her?
Who cooped her up within this narrow sphere?
Was it Providence?
Was it nature?
No, it was the arch enemy.

It was man." "Oh, I say, auntie!" drawled her nephew.
"It was man, Charles.

It was you and your fellows I say that woman is a colossal monument to the selfishness of man.