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?

I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.

But I MUST say what I feel and think in some way — it is such a relief! But the effort is getting to be greater than the relief.

What we do modifies us more than what is done to us.

Not woman, but the condition of woman, has always been a doorway of evil.

There's heaven. There it is. What more do we mean? People, free to come together, and in beauty - for growth.

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. But so are horses.