And then when all around grows dark when we feel utterly alone when all men right and left pass us by and know us not a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.
Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less but...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
Until the great mass of the people shall be filled with the sense of responsibility for each other's welfare social justice can never be attained.
