In business life, that is, in its material processes, we eagerly accept the new. In social life, in all our social processes, we piously, valiantly, obdurately, maintain the old.

A concept is stronger than a fact.

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

But reason has no power against feeling, and feeling older than history is no light matter.

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?

Where young boys plan for what they will achieve and attain, young girls plan for whom they will achieve and attain.

The home is the centre and circumference, the start and the finish, of most of our lives.