Pliable human nature is relentlessly pressed upon by its physical environment.

Even death itself sometimes fails to bring the dignity and serenity which one would fain associate with old age.

I dreamed night after night that everyone in the world was dead excepting myself, and that upon me rested the responsibility of making a wagon wheel.

Nothing could be worse than the fear that one had given up too soon, and left one unexpended effort that might have saved the world.

We are thus brought to a conception of Democracy not merely as a sentiment which desires the well-being of all men, nor yet as a creed which believes in the essential dignity and equality of all men, but as that which affords a rule of living as well as a test of faith.

It is dreadful the way all the comfortable, happy people stay off to themselves.

Only in time of fear is government thrown back to its primitive and sole function of self-defense and the many interests of which it is the guardian become subordinate to that.