One should, I think, always give children money, for they will spend it for themselves far more profitably than we can ever spend it for them.

Atheism was natural enough, but heresy seemed strange. For, surely, if one could believe anything, one could believe everything.

what about Christianity? Are we right in the face of so long a record of its poverty in international achievement, to keep invoking it as a standard, almost synonymous with civilization?

All sorts of articles and letters appear in the papers about women. Profound questions are raised concerning them. Should they smoke? Should they work? Vote? Marry? Exist? Are not their skirts too short, or their sleeves? Have they a sense of humor, of honor, of direction? Are spinsters superfluous? But how seldom similar inquiries are propounded about men.

As to the family, I have never understood how that fits in with the other ideals -- or, indeed, why it should be an ideal at all.

the position of women, that sad and well-nigh universal blot on civilizations, was never far from her mind.

Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.