To Swallow And Follow, Whether Old Doctrine

In Great Cities Where People Of Ability Abound, There Is Always A Feverish Urge To Keep Ahead, To Set The Pace, To Adopt Each New Fashion In Thought And Theory As Well As In Dress - Or Undress.

It Is The Same Woman, I Know, For She Is Always Creeping, And Most Women Do Not Creep By Daylight.

I Used To Lie Awake As A Child And Get More Entertainment And Terror Out Of Blank Walls And Plain Furniture Than Most Children Could Find In A Toy-store.

Where Young Boys Plan For What They Will Achieve And Attain, Young Girls Plan For Whom They Will Achieve And Attain.

We Are Pushed Forward By The Social Forces, Reluctant And Stumbling, Our Faces Over Our Shoulders, Clutching At Every Relic Of The Past As We Are Forced Along; Still Adoring Whatever Is Behind Us. We Insist Upon Worshipping 'the God Of Our Fathers.' Why Not The God Of Our Children? Does Eternity Only Stretch One Way?