Sympathy Is The Child Of Imagination

We Know Life Is Futile. A Man Who Considers That His Life Is Of Very Wonderful Importance Is Awfully Close To A Padded Cell.

I Had A Vivid Imagination. Not Only Could I Put Myself In The Other Person's Place, But I Could Not Avoid Doing So. My Sympathies Always Went Out To The Weak, The Suffering, And The Poor. Realizing Their Sorrows I Tried To Relieve Them In Order That I Myself Might Be Relieved.

It Is Not For The World To Judge, But To Crown Them All Alike. Each And All Lived Out Their Own Being, Did Their Work In Their Own Way, And Carried A Reluctant, Stupid Humanity To Greater Possibilities And Grander Heights.

Life Is A Never-ending School, And The Really Important Lessons All Tend To Teach Man His Proper Relation To The Environment Where He Must Live.

The Objector And The Rebel Who Raises His Voice Against What He Believes To Be The Injustice Of The Present And The Wrongs Of The Past Is The One Who Hunches The World Along.