"Give us the man's way," was her demand, "then we shall understand real things, can fill our days with important tasks, will count as human beings." There was no uncertainty in her notion of how this was to be accomplished.

A woman rarely feels uncertainty about methods.

She instinctively sees a way and follows it with assurance.

Half her irritation against man has always been that he is a spendthrift with time and talk.

Madame Roland, sitting at her sewing table listening to the excited debate of the Revolutionists in her salon, mourned that though the ideas were many, the resulting measures were few.