I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.

I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of The Animals, The Human Soul Look Out Upon Me.

Anyone Who Realises What Love Is, The Dedication Of The Heart, So Profound, So Absorbing, So Mysterious, So Imperative, And Always Just In The Noblest Natures So Strong, Cannot Fail To See How Difficult, How Tragic Even, Must Often Be The Fate Of Those Whose Deepest Feelings Are Destined From The Earliest Days To Be A Riddle And A Stumbling-block, Unexplained To Themselves, Passed Over In Silence By Others.

The General Fact Of Surplus Value, Namely That The Workmen Does Not Get The Full Value Of His Labours, And That He Is Taken Advantage Of By The Capitalist, Is Obvious.

In April 1882 My Father Died; And I Was At Once Whirled Out Of My Land Of Dreams Into A Very Different Sphere.