Being A Woman Has Only Bothered Me

Out Of Our First Century Of National Life We Evolved The Ethical Principle That It Was Not Right Or Just That An Honest And Industrious Man Should Live And Die In Misery. He Was Entitled To Some Degree Of Sympathy And Security. Our Conscience Declared Against The Honest Workman's Becoming A Pauper, But Our Eyes Told Us That He Very Often Did.

It Is Not The Nature Of Man, As I See It, Ever To Be Quite Satisfied With What He Has In Life.... Contentment Tends To Breed Laxity, But A Healthy Discontent Keeps Us Alert To The Changing Needs Of Our Time.

The Accusation That I Am A Woman Is Incontrovertible.

Our Idea Of What Constitutes Social Good Has Advanced With The Procession Of The Ages, From Those Desperate Times When Just To Keep Body And Soul Together Was An Achievement, To The Great Present When "good" Includes An Agreeable, Stable Civilization Accessible To All, The Opportunity Of Each To Develop His Particular Genius And The Privilege Of Mutual Usefulness.

To One Who Believes That Really Good Industrial Conditions Are The Hope For A Machine Civilization, Nothing Is More Heartening Than To Watch Conference Methods And Education Replacing Police Methods