A million million worlds that move in peace; A million mighty laws that never cease; And one small ant-heap, hidden by small weeds, Rich with eggs, slaves and store of millet-seeds. They sleep beneath the sod And trust in God.

Only as we live, think, feel, and work outside the home, do we become humanly developed, civilized, socialized.

Said I, in scorn all burning hot, In rage and anger high, 'You ignominious idiot, Those wings are made to fly!'

The labor of women in the house, certainly, enables men to produce more wealth than they otherwise could; and in this way women are economic factors in society…