The Great Task Of Our Time Is

In Your Power, All The Same. Subject To Your Will And Your Demands. No Longer Free! No! That's A Thought I'll Never Endure! Never.

And What If I Did Run My Ship Aground; Oh, Still It Was Splendid To Sail It!

Money May Be The Husk Of Many Things But Not The Kernel. It Brings You Food, But Not Appetite; Medicine, But Not Health; Acquaintance, But Not Friends; Servants, But Not Loyalty; Days Of Joy, But Not Peace Or Happiness.

I Have Other Duties Equally Sacred ... Duties To Myself.

But I Almost Think We Are All Of Us Ghosts. It Is Not Only What We Have Inherited From Our Father And Mother That “walks” In Us. It Is All Sorts Of Dead Ideas, And Lifeless Old Beliefs, And So Forth. They Have No Vitality, But They Cling To Us All The Same, And We Cannot Shake Them Off. Whenever I Take Up A Newspaper, I Seem To See Ghosts Gliding Between The Lines.