It is the same woman, I know, for she is always creeping, and most women do not creep by daylight.

If we once admit that our life is here for the purpose of race-improvement, then we question any religion which does not improve the race, or the main force of which evaporates, as it were, directing our best efforts toward the sky.... Improvement in the human race is not accomplished by extracting any number of souls and placing them in heaven, or elsewhere. It must be established on earth, either through achievement in social service, or through better children.

The children in this country are the one center and focus of all our thoughts. Every step of our advance is always considered in its effect on them-on the race. You see, we are MOTHERS, she repeated, as if in that she had said it all.

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

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

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

It would have saved trouble had I remained Perkins from the first, this changing of women's names is a nuisance we are now happily outgrowing.