Only As We Live, Think, Feel, And

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

So When The Great Word "mother!" Rang Once More, I Saw At Last Its Meaning And Its Place; Not The Blind Passion Of The Brooding Past, But Mother -- The World's Mother -- Come At Last, To Love As She Had Never Loved Before -- To Feed And Guard And Teach The Human Race.

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

The Mother As A Social Servant Instead Of A Home Servant Will Not Lack In True Mother Duty. From Her Work, Loved And Honored Though It Is, She Will Return To Her Home Life, The Child Life, With An Eager, Ceaseless Pleasure, Cleansed Of All The Fret And Fraction And Weariness That So Mar It Now.

The Peculiarity Of All Death-based Religions Is That Their Subject-matter Is Entirely Outside Of Facts. Men Could Think And Think, Talk And Argue, Advance, Deny, Assert, And Controversy, And Write Innumerable Books, Without Being Hampered At Any Time By Any Fact.