A Very Little Familiarity With The Poor

The Identification With The Common Lot Which Is The Essential Idea Of Democracy Becomes The Source And Expression Of Social Ethics. It Is As Though We Thirsted To Drink At The Great Wells Of Human Experience, Because We Knew That A Daintier Or Less Potent Draught Would Not Carry Us To The End Of The Journey, Going Forward As We Must In The Heat And Jostle Of The Crowd.

If The Underdog Were Always Right, One Might Quite Easily Try To Defend Him. The Trouble Is That Very Often He Is But Obscurely Right, Sometimes Only Partially Right, And Often Quite Wrong; But Perhaps He Is Never So Altogether Wrong And Pig-headed And Utterly Reprehensible As He Is Represented To Be By Those Who Add The Possession Of Prejudices To The Other Almost Insuperable Difficulties Of Understanding Him.

I Am Not One Of Those Who Believe - Broadly Speaking - That Women Are Better Than Men. We Have Not Wrecked Railroads, Nor Corrupted Legislatures, Nor Done Many Unholy Things That Men Have Done; But Then We Must Remember That We Have Not Had The Chance.

The Rich Landlord Is He Who Collects With Sternness, Who Accepts No Excuse, And Will Have His Own. There Are Moments Of Irritation And Of Real Bitterness Against Him, But There Is Still Admiration, Because He Is Rich And Successful.

I Believe That Peace Is Not Merely An Absence Of War But The Nurture Of Human Life, And That In Time This Nurture Would Do Away With War As A Natural Process.