The Music Of An Unhappy People, Of

To Stimulate Wildly Weak And Untrained Minds Is To Play With Mighty Fires.

I Have Loved My Work, I Have Loved People And My Play, But Always I Have Been Uplifted By The Thought That What I Have Done Well Will Live Long And Justify My Life, That What I Have Done Ill Or Never Finished Can Now Be Handed On To Others For Endless Days To Be Finished, Perhaps Better Than I Could Have Done.

...in Any Land, In Any Country Under Modern Free Competition, To Lay Any Class Of Weak And Despised People, Be They White, Black, Or Blue, At The Political Mercy Of Their Stronger, Richer, And More Resourceful Fellows, Is A Temptation Which Human Nature Seldom Has Withstood And Seldom Will Withstand.

We Must Complain. Yes, Plain, Blunt Complaint, Ceaseless Agitation, Unfailing Exposure Of Dishonesty And Wrong - This Is The Ancient, Unerring Way To Liberty And We Must Follow It.

I Refused To Teach Sunday School. When Archdeacon Henry Phillips, My Last Rector, Died, I Flatly Refused Again To Join Any Church Or Sign Any Church Creed. From My 30th Year On I Have Increasingly Regarded The Church As An Institution Which Defended Such Evils As Slavery, Color Caste, Exploitation Of Labor And War.