Love grows by service.

Woman" in the abstract is young, and, we assume, charming. As they get older they pass off the stage, somehow, into private ownership mostly, or out of it altogether.

California is a state peculiarly addicted to swift enthusiasms. It is a seed-bed of all manner of cults and theories, taken up, and dropped, with equal speed.

(I would not say it to a living soul, of course, but this is dead paper and a great relief to my mind

This is the woman's century, the first chance for the mother of the world to rise to her full place . . . and the world waits while she powders her nose.

I ran against a Prejudice that quite cut off the view.

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