A Race Cannot Be Purified From Without.

Each Is Under The Most Sacred Obligation Not To Squander The Material Committed To Him, Not To Sap His Strength In Folly And Vice, And To See At The Least That He Delivers A Product Worthy The Labor And Cost Which Have Been Expended On Him.

... So Long As Woman Sat With Bandaged Eyes And Manacled Hands, Fast Bound In The Clamps Of Ignorance And Inaction, The World Of Thought Moved In Its Orbit Like The Revolutions Of The Moon; With One Face (the Man's Face) Always Out, So That The Spectator Could Not Distinguish Whether It Was Disc Or Sphere.

... Women Are More Quiet. They Don't Feel Called To Mount A Barrel And Harangue By The Hour Every Time They Imagine They Have Produced An Idea.

With Five To Ten Hundred Pure-minded Young Women Threading The Streets Of The Village Every Evening Unattended, Vice Must Slink Away, Like Frost Before The Rising Sun.

A Stream Cannot Rise Higher Than Its Source.