But if I have hurt you with a truth, it should make you think." Witherspoon looked at him, and this time it was with resentment.
"What! you talk about making me think?
Young man, you don't know what it is to think.

You are confounded with the difference between sentimentalism and thought.

You go ahead and print your newspaper and don't worry about the workingwoman.

Her class will be larger and worse off, probably, a hundred years after you are dead." "Yes, but before that time her class may rise up and sweep everything before it.

A democracy can't long permit a few men to hold all the wealth.