The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than

Apart From Letters, It Is The Vulgar Custom Of The Moment To Deride The Thinkers Of The Victorian And Edwardian Eras; Yet There Has Not Been, In All History, Another Agewhen So Much Sheer Mental Energy Was Directed Toward Creating A Fairer Social Order.

I Waited And Worked, And Watched The Inferior Exalted For Nearly Thirty Years; And When Recognition Came At Last, It Was Too Late To Alter Events, Or To Make A Difference In Living.

Few Forms Of Life Are So Engaging As Birds.

I Have Written Chiefly Because, Though I Have Often Dreaded The Necessity, I Have Found It More Painful, In The End, Not To Write.

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.