Love Has Been In Perpetual Strife With

The Mother Is The Most Precious Possessions Of The Nation, So Precious That Society Advances Its Highest Well-being When It Protects The Functions Of The Mother.

The More Horrifying This World Becomes, The More Art Becomes Abstract.

The Destruction Of The Personality Is The Great Evil Of The Time.

When One Paints An Ideal, One Does Not Need To Limit One's Imagination.

The Socially Pernicious, Racially Wasteful, And Soul-withering Consequences Of The Working Of Mothers Outside The Home Must Cease. And This Can Only Come To Pass, Either Through The Programme Of Institutional Upbringing, Or Through The Intimate Renaissance Of The Home.