Woman Suffrage

It is my sincere hope that nothing I have here exhibited will be mistaken by the nobility and gentry for moral indignation. No such feeling, in truth, is in my heart. Moral judgments, as old Friedrich used to say, are foreign to my nature. Setting aside the vast herd which shows no definable character at all, it seems to me that the minority distinguished by what is commonly regarded as an excess of sin is very much more admirable than the minority distinguished by an excess of virtue. My experience of the world has taught me that the average wine-bibber is a far better fellow than the average prohibitionist, and that the average rogue is better company than the average poor drudge, and that the wors

Why Women Fail

Why Women Fail

The trigger thereof, as I say, will not be exterior, however inner. It lies in the identical disconcerting apprehension of the bigger realities, the identical impatience with the paltry and meretricious, the identical disqualification for mechanical routine and empty technic which one finds within the greater styles of males. Even within the pursuits which, by…

The Thing Called Intuition

Women’s Intelligence

That it should still be necessary, at this late stage in the senility of the human race to argue that women have a fine and fluent intelligence is surely an eloquent proof of the defective observation, incurable prejudice, and general imbecility of their lords and masters. One finds very few professors of the subject, even among admitted feminists, approaching the fact as obvious;