There should be an end to the bitterness of feeling which has arisen between the sexes in this century.

A man does not have to stay at home all day, in order to love it; why should a woman?

Not woman, but the condition of woman, has always been a doorway of evil.

There's heaven. There it is. What more do we mean? People, free to come together, and in beauty - for growth.

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?

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

We grovel and "worship" and pray to God to do what we ourselves ought to have done a thousand years ago, and can do now, as soon as we choose.