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

The home is a human institution. All human institutions are open to improvement.

The mother- poor invaded soul- finds even the bathroom door no bar to hammering little hands.

Audiences are always better pleased with a smart retort, some joke or epigram, than with any amount of reasoning.

One religion after another has accepted and perpetuated man's original mistake in making a private servant of the mother of the race.

If only religion could be brought to take an interest in this earthly future, what a help it would be! ... Think of the appeal to the less spiritual of us, to those who never did get enthusiastic about eternity, or care so tenderly about their own souls, yet who could rise to the thought of improving this world for the children they love, and their children after them.

We all need one another; much and often. Just as every human creature needs a place to be alone in, a sacred, private "home" of his own, so all human creatures need a place to be together in, from the two who can show each other their souls uninterruptedly, to the largest throng that can throb and stir in unison.