Maternal instinct, merely as an instinct, is unworthy of our superstitious reverence.

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?

Where young boys plan for what they will achieve and attain, young girls plan for whom they will achieve and attain.

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

Concepts antedate facts.

The female of genus homo is economically dependent on the male. He is her food supply.

Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.