I Have Wandered All My Life, And

Of Courtesy, It Is Much Less Than Courage Of Heart Or Holiness, Yet In My Walks It Seems To Me That The Grace Of God Is In Courtesy.

Put You Hand Before Your Eyes And Remember, You That Have Walked, The Places From Which You Have Walked Away, And The Wilderness Into Which You Manfully Turned The Steps Of Your Abandonment ... It Is Your Business To Leave All That You Have Know Altogether Behind You, And No Man Has Eyes At The Back Of His Head - Go Forward.

It Seems To Be Saying Perpetually; 'i Am The End Of The Nineteenth Century; I Am Glad They Built Me Of Iron; Let Me Rust.' ... It Is Like A Passing Fool In A Crowd Of The University, A Buffoon In The Hall; For All The Things In Paris Has Made, It Alone Has Neither Wits Nor Soul.

Consider In What Way The Industrial System Developed Upon Capitalist Lines. Why Were A Few Rich Men Put With Such Ease Into Possession Of The New Methods? Why Was It Normal And Natural In Their Eyes And In That Of Contemporary Society That Those Who Produced The New Wealth With The New Machinery Should Be Proletarian And Dispossessed?

Matilda Told Such Dreadful Lies, It Made One Gasp And Stretch One's Eyes Her Aunt, Who, From Her Earliest Youth, Had Kept A Strict Regard For Truth, Attempted To Believe Matilda The Effort Very Nearly Killed Her.