In The Twilight, It Was

If We Are The Greatest Nation The Sun Ever Shone Upon, It Would Seem To Be Mainly Because We Have Been Able To Goad Our Wage-earners To This Pitch Of Frenzy.

Can You Blame Me If I Am Pursued By The Thought Of How Much We Could Do To Remedy Social Evils, If Only We Had An Honest And Disinterested Press?

Human Beings Suffer Agonies, And Their Sad Fates Become Legends; Poets Write Verses About Them And Playwrights Compose Dramas, And The Remembrance Of Past Grief Becomes A Source Of Present Pleasure - Such Is The Strange Alchemy Of The Spirit.

The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten Into His Blood, The Joy Of The Unbound Life, The Joy Of Seeking, Of Hoping Without Limit.

Turn Over The Pages Of History And Read The Damning Record Of The Church's Opposition To Every Advance In Every Field Of Science. . . .