There Was A Time When Patience Ceased

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.

If Only Religion Could Be Brought To Take An Interest In This Earthly Future, What A Help It Would Be! ... Think Of The Appeal To The Less Spiritual Of Us, To Those Who Never Did Get Enthusiastic About Eternity, Or Care So Tenderly About Their Own Souls, Yet Who Could Rise To The Thought Of Improving This World For The Children They Love, And Their Children After Them.

We All Need One Another; Much And Often. Just As Every Human Creature Needs A Place To Be Alone In, A Sacred, Private "home" Of His Own, So All Human Creatures Need A Place To Be Together In, From The Two Who Can Show Each Other Their Souls Uninterruptedly, To The Largest Throng That Can Throb And Stir In Unison.

Exciting Literature After Supper Is Not The Best Digestive.

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.