A soul in which the poison of hate is at work is heavy and sad, and can never feel happiness.

If you would not burden your lives with hatred it might be possible that you would become happy." A murmur arose in the meeting, and a voice in opposition called out loudly.

"The fellow is a Jesuit." "Parson's talk," cried another from the corner of the room.

Wilhelm took no notice of the interruption, but went on.
"Why do you object to the owners of property?
On account of their idleness?
That is not just.

Many of them work much harder than all of you, and bear a weight of responsibility which would kill most of you.
But suppose we grant that many rich people waste their lives doing nothing.