It Is The Same Woman,

If Only Religion Could Be Brought To Take An Interest In This Earthly Future, What A Help It Would Be! ... Think Of The Appeal To The Less Spiritual Of Us, To Those Who Never Did Get Enthusiastic About Eternity, Or Care So Tenderly About Their Own Souls, Yet Who Could Rise To The Thought Of Improving This World For The Children They Love, And Their Children After Them.

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?

The Children In This Country Are The One Center And Focus Of All Our Thoughts. Every Step Of Our Advance Is Always Considered In Its Effect On Them-on The Race. You See, We Are Mothers, She Repeated, As If In That She Had Said It All.

The Softest, Freest, Most Pliable And Changeful Living Substance Is The Brain-the Hardest And Most Iron-bound As Well.

A Man Does Not Have To Stay At Home All Day, In Order To Love It; Why Should A Woman?