Just Think Of The Tragedy

I Cannot Tell And I Shall Never Know How Many Words Of Mine Might Have Given Birth To Cruelty In Place Of Love And Kindness And Charity.

It May Never Come, But I Fancy Than No Man Who Has Sympathy For The Human Race Does Not Wish That Sometime Those Who Labor Should Have The Whole Product Of Their Toil. Probably It Will Never Come, But I Wish That The Time Might Come When Men Who Work In The Industries Would Own The Industries.

I Never Wanted To See Anybody Die, But There Are A Few Obituary Notices I Have Read With Pleasure.

There Are Two Things That Kill A Genius - A Fatal Disease And Contentment.

Someday I Hope To Write A Book Where The Royalties Will Pay For The Copies I Give Away.