Writing Does Not Exclude The Full Life;

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.

The Human Heart Is Not Yet So Corroded That It Can Read Off The Extinction Of These Two Men Without A Shock To The Very Roots Of Its Belief In Justice And Humanity.

I Was Right Not To Be Afraid Of Any Thief But Myself, Who Will End By Leaving Me Nothing.

But My Belief Is Growing That Our Political And Social Evils Are Remediable, If Only All Of Us Who Want A Change For The Better Just Get Up And Work For It, All The Time, With As Much Knowledge And Intelligence As We Can Muster For It. Half The Wrongs Of Human Life Exist Because Of The Inertia Of People Who Simply Will Not Use Their Energies In Fighting For What They Believe In. And Finally The Wrongs Roll Up Into World Catastrophes And Millions Of Deaths And A Terrible Set-back For All Mankind.

Two-thirds Of My Energies Go In Trying To Save One-third For Work.