Sympathy Is The Child Of Imagination

My Constitution Was Destroyed Long Ago; Now I Am Living Under The Bylaws.

Someday I Hope To Write A Book Where The Royalties Will Pay For The Copies I Give Away.

I Had A Vivid Imagination. Not Only Could I Put Myself In The Other Person's Place, But I Could Not Avoid Doing So. My Sympathies Always Went Out To The Weak, The Suffering, And The Poor. Realizing Their Sorrows I Tried To Relieve Them In Order That I Myself Might Be Relieved.

Physical Deformity, Calls Forth Our Charity. But The Infinite Misfortune Of Moral Deformity Calls Forth Nothing But Hatred And Vengeance.

In Life One Cannot Eat His Cake And Have It, Too; He Must Make His Choice And Then Do The Best He Can To Be Content To Go The Way His Judgment Leads.