The Impulse To Share The

This Dream That Men Shall Cease To Waste Strength In Competition And Shall Come To Pool Their Powers Of Production Is Coming To Pass All Over The Earth.

I Had A Consuming Ambition To Possess A Miller's Thumb. I Believe I Have Never Since Wanted Anything More Desperately Than I Wanted My Right Thumb To Be Flattened As My Father’s Had Become, During His Earlier Years Of A Miller’s Life.

The Identification With The Common Lot Which Is The Essential Idea Of Democracy Becomes The Source And Expression Of Social Ethics. It Is As Though We Thirsted To Drink At The Great Wells Of Human Experience, Because We Knew That A Daintier Or Less Potent Draught Would Not Carry Us To The End Of The Journey, Going Forward As We Must In The Heat And Jostle Of The Crowd.

I Am Not One Of Those Who Believe - Broadly Speaking - That Women Are Better Than Men. We Have Not Wrecked Railroads, Nor Corrupted Legislatures, Nor Done Many Unholy Things That Men Have Done; But Then We Must Remember That We Have Not Had The Chance.

My Temperament And Habit Had Always Kept Me Rather In The Middle Of The Road; In Politics As Well As In Social Reform I Had Been For "the Best Possible." But Now I Was Pushed Far Toward The Left On The Subject Of The War And I Became Gradually Convinced That In Order To Make The Position Of The Pacifist Clear It Was Perhaps Necessary That At Least A Small Number Of Us Should Be Forced Into An Unequivocal Position.