A Wise Man Has Told Us That

Private Beneficence Is Totally Inadequate To Deal With The Vast Numbers Of The City's Disinherited.

If The Underdog Were Always Right, One Might Quite Easily Try To Defend Him. The Trouble Is That Very Often He Is But Obscurely Right, Sometimes Only Partially Right, And Often Quite Wrong; But Perhaps He Is Never So Altogether Wrong And Pig-headed And Utterly Reprehensible As He Is Represented To Be By Those Who Add The Possession Of Prejudices To The Other Almost Insuperable Difficulties Of Understanding Him.

This Dream That Men Shall Cease To Waste Strength In Competition And Shall Come To Pool Their Powers Of Production Is Coming To Pass All Over The Earth.

No One So Poignantly Realizes The Failures In The Social Structure As The Man At The Bottom, Who Has Been Most Directly In Contact With Those Failures And Has Suffered Most.

It Is Easy To Become The Dupe Of A Deferred Purpose, Of The Promise The Future Can Never Keep, And I Had Fallen Into The Meanest Type Of Self-deception In Making Myself Believe That All This Was In Preparation For Great Things To Come.