However, One Cannot Put A Quart In

There Should Be An End To The Bitterness Of Feeling Which Has Arisen Between The Sexes In This Century.

Shall You Complain Who Feed The World? Who Clothe The World? Who House The World? Shall You Complain Who Are The World, Of What The World May Do? As From This Hour You Use Your Power, The World Must Follow You!

A Family Unity Which Is Only Bound Together With A Table-cloth Is Of Questionable Value.

Never In All Her Life Had She Imagined That This Idolized Millinery Could Look, To Those Who Paid For It, Like The Decorations Of An Insane Monkey.

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?