We all need one another; much and often. Just as every human creature needs a place to be alone in, a sacred, private "home" of his own, so all human creatures need a place to be together in, from the two who can show each other their souls uninterruptedly, to the largest throng that can throb and stir in unison.

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.

The most familiar facts are often hardest to understand.

A concept is stronger than a fact.

Love grows by service.

The mother- poor invaded soul- finds even the bathroom door no bar to hammering little hands.

In a sick society, women who have difficulty fitting in are not ill but demonstrating a healthy and positive response.