How Dismal Is Progress Without

I Believe In The Compelling Power Of Love.

If We Are To Extract Any Joy Out Of Our Span, We Must Think And Plan And Make Things Better Not Only For Ourselves But For Others, Since Joy For Ourselves Depends Upon Our Joy In Others And Theirs In Us.

Life Is A God-damned, Stinking, Treacherous Game And Nine Hundred And Ninety-nine Men Out Of A Thousand Are Bastards.

When A Man, However Passively, Becomes An Obstacle To The Fulfillment Of A Woman's Desires, He Becomes An Odious Thing In Her Eyes, - Or Will, Given Time Enough.

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.