Habits of thought persist through the centuries; and while a healthy brain may reject the doctrine it no longer believes, it will continue to feel the same sentiments formerly associated with that doctrine.

The softest, freest, most pliable and changeful living substance is the brain-the hardest and most iron-bound as well.

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?

There should be an end to the bitterness of feeling which has arisen between the sexes in this century.

To speak broadly, the troubles of life as we find them are mainly traceable to the heart or the purse.

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.

In New York City, everyone is an exile, none more so than the Americans.