In April 1882 My Father

What Is The Good Of Life If Its Chief Element, And That Which Must Always Be Its Chief Element, Is Odious? No, The Only True Economy Is To Arrange So That Your Daily Labor Shall Be Itself A Joy.

The General Fact Of Surplus Value, Namely That The Workmen Does Not Get The Full Value Of His Labours, And That He Is Taken Advantage Of By The Capitalist, Is Obvious.

Do Not Think Too Much Of The Dead Husk Of Your Friend, Or Mourn Too Much Over It, But Send Your Thoughts Out Towards The Real Soul Or Self Which Has Escaped — To Reach It. For So, Surely You Will Cast A Light Of Gladness Upon His Onward Journey, And Contribute Your Part Towards The Building Of That Kingdom Of Love Which Links Our Earth To Heaven.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.