So he went on, tearing up all the flowers from the garden of his soul, and setting his heel upon them. - Upton Sinclair

The supreme crime of the church to-day is that everywhere and in all its operations and influences it is on the side of sloth of mind; that it banishes brains, it sanctifies stupidity, it canonizes incompetence.

What are we to say when we see asceticism preached to the poor by fat and comfortable retainers of the rich?

He learned that love is not all pleasure, but can be agony and heartache, martyrdom and sacrifice. He learned what the clergyman was talking about in the marriage service: for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death do us part.