Take My Camel, Dear,' Said

It Wasn't Really Touching To Be Young; It Was Touching Not To Be Young, Because You Had Less Of Life Left. Touching To Be Thirty; More Touching To Be Forty; Tragic To Be Fifty; And Heartbreaking To Be Sixty. As To Seventy, As To Eighty, One Would Feel As One Did During The Last Dance Of A Ball, Tired But Fey In The Paling Dawn, Desperately Making The Most Of Each Bar Of Music Before One Went Home To Bed.

As To The Family, I Have Never Understood How That Fits In With The Other Ideals --or, Indeed, Why It Should Be An Ideal At All. A Group Of Closely Related Persons Living Under One Roof; It Is A Convenience, Often A Necessity, Sometimes A Pleasure, Sometimes The Reverse; But Who First Exalted It As Admirable, An Almost Religious Ideal?

The Position Of Women, That Sad And Well-nigh Universal Blot On Civilizations, Was Never Far From Her Mind.

[religion Is A] Primitive Insurance Against Disaster. ... Originally Religion Was Merely A Function Of The Self-preservative Instinct. Offer Sacrifices To The Gods And Save Your Crops. And Even Christianity, After All, Insures Heavily Against The Flaws In This Life By Belief In Another.

Churches Are Wonderful And Beautiful, And They Are Vehicles For Religion, But No Church Can Have More Than A Very Little Of The Truth.