The Good We Secure For Ourselves Is

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.

The New Growth In The Plant Swelling Against The Sheath, Which At The Same Time Imprisons And Protects It, Must Still Be The Truest Type Of Progress.

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.

The Task Of Youth Is Not Only Its Own Salvation But The Salvation Of Those Against Whom It Rebels, But In That Case There Must Be Something Vital To Rebel Against And If The Elderly Stiffly Refuse To Put Up A Vigorous Front Of Their Own, It Leaves The Entire Situation In A Mist.

Even Death Itself Sometimes Fails To Bring The Dignity And Serenity Which One Would Fain Associate With Old Age.