The world was full of little men, but he refused to stay little.

This war that had come between him and his father had been bred of the fumes of self-centered minds, turned with an infantile fatality to greedy desires.

His poor old blinded father could be excused and forgiven.

There were other old men, sick, crippled, idle, who must suffer pain, but whose pain could be lightened.

There were babies, children, women, who must suffer for the sins of men, but that suffering need no longer be, if men became honest and true.
His sudden up-flashing love had a few hours back seemed a calamity.