Truth! Truth! Truth! Crieth The Lord Of

Balance Every Thought With Its Opposition. Because The Marriage Of Them Is The Destruction Of Illusion.

I've Written This To Keep From Crying. But I Am Crying, Only The Tears Won't Come.

They Look For A Victim To Chivy, And Howl Him Down, And Finally Lynch Him In A Sheer Storm Of Sexual Frenzy Which They Honestly Imagine To Be Moral Indignation, Patriotic Passion Or Some Equally Allowable Emotion, It May Be An Innocent Negro, A Jew Like Leo Frank, A Harmless Half-witted German; A Christ-like Idealist Of The Type Of Debs, An Enthusiastic Reformer Like Emma Goldman.

This Complaining Rambling Rubbish Is The Substitute Which Has Taken The Place Of Love.

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.