A normal feminine influence in recasting our religious assumptions will do more than any other one thing to improve the world.

While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day.

It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.

A house does not need a wife any more than it needs a husband.

In business life, that is, in its material processes, we eagerly accept the new. In social life, in all our social processes, we piously, valiantly, obdurately, maintain the old.

We are pushed forward by the social forces, reluctant and stumbling, our faces over our shoulders, clutching at every relic of the past as we are forced along; still adoring whatever is behind us. We insist upon worshipping 'the God of our fathers.' Why not the God of our children? Does eternity only stretch one way?

Exciting literature after supper is not the best digestive.