In A Sick Society, Women Who Have

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!

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.

Habits Of Thought Persist Through The Centuries; And While A Healthy Brain May Reject The Doctrine It No Longer Believes, It Will Continue To Feel The Same Sentiments Formerly Associated With That Doctrine.

The People People Have For Friends Your Common Sense Appall But The People People Marry Are The Queerest Folk Of All.

Maternal Instinct, Merely As An Instinct, Is Unworthy Of Our Superstitious Reverence.