I Don't Feel Sure About Doing Good

A Patronizing Disposition Always Has Its Meaner Side.

But What We Strive To Gratify, Though We May Call It A Distant Hope, Is An Immediate Desire; The Future Estate For Which Men Drudge Up City Alleys Exists Already In Their Imagination And Love.

History, We Know, Is Apt To Repeat Itself.

For Pain Must Enter Into Its Glorified Life Of Memory Before It Can Turn Into Compassion.

How Could A Man Be Satisfied With A Decision Between Such Alternatives And Under Such Circumstances No More Than He Can Be Satisfied With His Hat, Which He's Chosen From Among Such Shapes As The Resources Of The Age Offer Him. . . .