If The Meanest Man In

Perhaps Nothing Is So Fraught With Significance As The Human Hand, This Oldest Tool With Which Man Has Dug His Way From Savagery, And With Which He Is Constantly Groping Forward.

We Continually Forget That The Sphere Of Morals Is The Sphere Of Action, That Speculation In Regard To Morality Is But Observation And Must Remain In The Sphere Of Intellectual Comment, That A Situation Does Not Really Become Moral Until We Are Confronted With The Question Of What Shall Be Done In A Concrete Case, And Are Obliged To Act Upon Our Theory.

Nothing Could Be Worse Than The Fear That One Had Given Up Too Soon, And Left One Unexpended Effort That Might Have Saved The World.

Perhaps I May Record Here My Protest Against The Efforts, So Often Made, To Shield Children And Young People From All That Has To Do With Death And Sorrow, To Give Them A Good Time At All Hazards On The Assumption That The Ills Of Life Will Come Soon Enough. Young People Themselves Often Resent This Attitude On The Part Of Their Elders; They Feel Set Aside And Belittled As If They Were Denied The Common Human Experiences.

The Impulse To Share The Lives Of The Poor, The Desire To Make Social Service, Irrespective Of Propaganda, Express The Spirit Of Christ, Is As Old As Christianity Itself.