In This World There Is Only Toleration

What A Terrible Thing Could Be Freedom. Trees Were Free When They Were Uprooted By The Wind; Ships Were Free When They Were Torn From Their Moorings; Men Were Free When They Were Cast Out Of Their Homes—free To Starve, Free To Perish Of Cold And Hunger.

The World Hid Its Head In The Sands Of Convention, So That By Seeing Nothing It Might Avoid Truth.

In This World There Is Only Toleration For The So-called Normal.

Wars Come And Wars Go But The World Does Not Change: It Will Always Forget An Indebtedness Which It Thinks It Expedient Not To Remember.

I Have Put My Pen At The Service Of Some Of The Most Persecuted And Misunderstood People In The World. So Far As I Know Nothing Of The Kind Has Ever Been Attempted Before In Fiction.