If you do not regard feminism with an uplifting sense of the gloriousness of woman's industrial destiny, or in the way, in short, that it is prescribed, by the rules of the political publicist, that you should, that will be interpreted by your opponents as an attack on woman.

A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere.

As a result of the feminist revolution, feminine becomes an abusive epithet.

The art of advertisement, after the American manner, has introduced into all our life such a lavish use of superlatives, that no standard of value whatever is intact.

Feminism was recognized by the average man as a conflict in which it was impossible for a man, as a chivalrous gentleman, as a respecter of the rights of little nations (like little Belgium), as a highly evolved citizen of a highly civilized community, to refuse the claim of this better half to self-determination.

Revolution today is taken for granted, and in consequence becomes rather dull.

No American worth his salt should go looking around for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion.