Mary Everest Boole,
Logic Taught by Love
(1905)
“ When the Prophets saw, as we see every summer day, how the wind catches up the particles of dust and carries them along, whirling them round and round as it goes, they felt that progress carries mankind on so; not in one straight line, but round and round, yet steadily moving on all the while. The same direction which is really in the march of progress at one moment, is a mere flying out of it, off at a tangent, at another. That is why fashion is not progress. Fashion is mere imitation. ”
