It Is The Tragedy Of The World

I Look Upon Life As A Gift From God. I Did Nothing To Earn It. Now That The Time Is Coming To Give It Back, I Have No Right To Complain.

Throughout The Play Everything Possible Was Done To Show The Virtue, Innocence And Helplessness Of The Poor, And The Abandoned Cruelty, The Heartless Self-indulgence Of The Rich.

Where Can One Find A Profounder Desolation Than In The Poor Child Who Has Lost Its Mother?

No One Can Estimate The Power Of Authority Among Poor And Uneducated People In A World Whose Problems Confuse Even The Wisest.

A Perfect God Is The Creation Of A Conceited Man