There was a time when Patience ceased to be a virtue. It was long ago.

While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day.

No matter what the belief, if it had modestly said, 'This is our best thought, go on, think farther!' then we could have smoothly outgrown our early errors and long since have developed a religion such as would have kept pace with an advancing world. But we were made to believe and not allowed to think. We were told to obey, rather than to experiment and investigate.

When the mother of the race is free, we shall have a better world, by the easy right of birth and by the calm, slow, friendly forces of evolution.

Let us inquire what glory there was in an omnipotent being torturing forever a puny little creature who could in no way defend himself? Would it be to the glory of a man to fry ants?

And woman should stand beside man as the comrade of his soul, not the servant of his body.

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