Life Is Made For The

We Who Feel That Justice Is Not Being Done Have But One Thing To Do: That Is Fight, By Argument, By Example, By Insistence On Fair Play Wherever We Have The Power To Do So. The Rest Is In The Hands Of The Lord, Or Nature, Which Swings, Apparently, From One Extreme To Another.

Our Civilization Is Still In A Middle Stage, Scarcely Beast, In That It Is No Longer Wholly Guided By Instinct; Scarcely Human, In That It Is Not Yet Wholly Guided By Reason.

Why Must Women Torment Me So?

Art Is The Stored Honey Of The Human Soul, Gathered On Wings Of Misery And Travail.

And Then He Sank Back And Tried, As Usual, Not To Think. He Must Succeed. That's What The World Was Made For. That's What He Was Made For. That Was What He Would Have To Do.