Theodore Dreiser Should Ought To Write Nicer.

When A Girl Leaves Her Home At Eighteen, She Does One Of Two Things. Either She Falls Into Saving Hands And Becomes Better, Or She Rapidly Assumes The Cosmopolitan Standard Of Virtue And Becomes Worse

In Order To Have Wisdom We Must Have Ignorance.

We Who Feel That Justice Is Not Being Done Have But One Thing To Do: That Is Fight, By Argument, By Example, By Insistence On Fair Play Wherever We Have The Power To Do So. The Rest Is In The Hands Of The Lord, Or Nature, Which Swings, Apparently, From One Extreme To Another.

If We Are To Extract Any Joy Out Of Our Span, We Must Think And Plan And Make Things Better Not Only For Ourselves But For Others, Since Joy For Ourselves Depends Upon Our Joy In Others And Theirs In Us.

Let No One Underestimate The Need Of Pity. We Live In A Stony Universe Whose Hard, Brilliant Forces Rage Fiercely.