This is the woman's century, the first chance for the mother of the world to rise to her full place . . . and the world waits while she powders her nose.

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

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

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

The one predominant duty is to find one's work and do it.

The religious need of the human mind remains alive, never more so, but it demands a teaching which can be understood. Slowly an apprehension of the intimate, usable power of God is growing among us, and a growing recognition of the only worth-while application of that power-in the improvement of the world.

[Warfare is] maleness in its absurdest extremes. Here is to be studied the whole gamut of basic masculinity, from the initial instinct of combat, through every form of glorious ostentation, with the loudest accompaniment of noise.