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Few Things Are More Rewarding Than A Child's Open Uncalculating Devotion.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?

Most Men, Whether Men Or Women, Wish Above All Else To Be Comfortable, And Thought Is A Pre-eminently Uncomfortable Process; It Brings To The Individual Far More Suffering Than Happiness In A Semi-civilised World Which Still Goes To War.

For A Woman As For A Man, Marriage Might Enormously Help Or Devastatingly Hinder The Growth Of Her Power To Contribute Something Impersonally Valuable To The Community In Which She Lived, But It Was Not That Power, And Could Not Be Regarded As An End In Itself. Nor, Even, Were Children Ends In Themselves; It Was Useless To Go On Producing Human Beings Merely In Order That They, In Their Sequence, Might Produce Others, And Never Turn From This Business Of Continuous Procreation To The Accomplishment Of Some Definite And Lasting Piece Of Work.

It Is Probably True To Say That The Largest Scope For Change Still Lies In Men's Attitude To Women, And In Women's Attitude To Themselves.