I Saw Deep In The Eyes Of

The General Fact Of Surplus Value, Namely That The Workmen Does Not Get The Full Value Of His Labours, And That He Is Taken Advantage Of By The Capitalist, Is Obvious.

I Was In The Square At The Time. The Crowd Was A Most Good-humoured, Easy Going, Smiling Crowd; But Presently It Was Transformed. A Regiment Of Mounted Police Came Cantering Up.

Anyone Who Realises What Love Is, The Dedication Of The Heart, So Profound, So Absorbing, So Mysterious, So Imperative, And Always Just In The Noblest Natures So Strong, Cannot Fail To See How Difficult, How Tragic Even, Must Often Be The Fate Of Those Whose Deepest Feelings Are Destined From The Earliest Days To Be A Riddle And A Stumbling-block, Unexplained To Themselves, Passed Over In Silence By Others.

I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into An Armchair Literary Life. I Really Don't Know Exactly Why I Didn't.

Let Your Mind Be Quiet, Realizing The Beauty Of The World, And The Immense Boundless Treasures That It Holds.