Now Life Has Killed The Dream I

Winter Is On My Head, But Eternal Spring Is In My Heart.

There Are Plenty Who Regard A Wall Behind Which Something Is Happening As A Very Curious Thing.

When The Heart Is Dry The Eye Is Dry.

Such Is The Remorseless Progression Of Human Society, Shedding Lives And Souls As It Goes On Its Way. It Is An Ocean Into Which Men Sink Who Have Been Cast Out By The Law And Consigned, With Help Most Cruelly Withheld, To Moral Death. The Sea Is The Pitiless Social Darkness Into Which The Penal System Casts Those It Has Condemned, An Unfathomable Waste Of Misery. The Human Soul, Lost In Those Depths, May Become A Corpse. Who Shall Revive It?

Progress Is The Life-style Of Man.