I Sit With Shakespeare And He Winces

Herein Lies The Tragedy Of The Age: Not That Men Are Poor, - All Men Know Something Of Poverty. Not That Men Are Wicked, - Who Is Good? Not That Men Are Ignorant, - What Is Truth? Nay, But That Men Know So Little Of Men.

I Have Loved My Work, I Have Loved People And My Play, But Always I Have Been Uplifted By The Thought That What I Have Done Well Will Live Long And Justify My Life, That What I Have Done Ill Or Never Finished Can Now Be Handed On To Others For Endless Days To Be Finished, Perhaps Better Than I Could Have Done.

Ignorance Is A Cure For Nothing.

When In This World A Man Comes Forward With A Thought, A Deed, A Vision, We Ask Not How Does He Look, But What Is His Message?. . . The World Still Wants To Ask That A Woman Primarily Be Pretty. . . .

The Chief Problem In Any Community Cursed With Crime Is Not The Punishment Of The Criminals, But The Preventing Of The Young From Being Trained To Crime.