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

As for mother Eve - I wasn't there and can't deny the story, but I will say this. If she brought evil into the world, we men have had the lion's share of keeping it going ever since.

Until we see what we are, we cannot take steps to become what we should be.

For men obsessed with women's underwear, a course in washing, ironing and mending is recommended.

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 was climbing up a mountain-path With many things to do, Important business of my own, And other people's too, When I ran against a Prejudice That quite cut off the view.

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