Profound Hearts, Wise Minds, Take

Do Not Let It Be Your Aim To Be Something, But To Be Someone.

There Exists, At The Bottom Of All Abasement And Misfortune, A Last Extreme Which Rebels And Joins Battle With The Forces Of Law And Respectability In A Desperate Struggle, Waged Partly By Cunning And Partly By Violence, At Once Sick And Ferocious, In Which It Attacks The Prevailing Social Order With The Pin-pricks Of Vice And The Hammer-blows Of Crime.

A Bird Sings, A Child Prattles, But It Is The Same Hymn; Hymn Indistinct, Inarticulate, But Full Of Profound Meaning.

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.

A Few Feet Under The Ground Reigns So Profound A Silence, And Yet So Much Tumult On The Surface!