Nothing Lasts-not Even Pain.

I Sometimes Think We Expect Too Much Of Christmas Day. We Try To Crowd Into It The Long Arrears Of Kindliness And Humanity Of The Whole Year. As For Me, I Like To Take My Christmas A Little At A Time, All Through The Year.

In The Beginning I Thought, And Still Think, He Did Great Good In Giving Support And Encouragement To This Movement. But I Did Not Believe Then, And Have Never Believed Since, That These Ills Can Be Settled By Partisan Political Methods. They Are Moral And Economic Questions.

It Is Not Short Of Amazing, The Power Of A Great Idea To Weld Men Together. There Was In It A Peculiar, Intense, Vital Spirit If You Will, That I Have Never Felt Before In Any Strike.

One Of The Points In Which I Was Especially Interested Was The Jim Crow Regulations, That Is, The System Of Separation Of The Races In Street Cars And Railroad Trains.

Did You Think You Could Have The Good Without The Evil? Did You Think You Could Have The Joy Without The Sorrow? . . . . I Have Been Thinking Much About Pain. How Could I Help It? . . . . Sooner Or Later, Regardless Of The Wit Of Man, We Have Pain To Face; A Reality; A Final Inescapable, Immutable Fact Of Life. What Poor Souls, If We Have Then No Philosophy To Face It With! This Pain Will Not Last; It Never Has Lasted. I'll Think About What I Am Going To Write Tomorrow-not About Me, Not About My Body.