But Reason Has No Power Against Feeling,

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.

The Female Of Genus Homo Is Economically Dependent On The Male. He Is Her Food Supply.

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.

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.

Death Is The Essential Condition Of Life, Not An Evil.