What is life worth?
What can life be worth if it be only self-centred?
To love is to live! to feel and take an interest in others is to be happy indeed, and to feel the pulses thrill.
And I am sure that love is abundant in our old country, but it is largely paralysed and mystified.

For many objects that love would fain accomplish appear stupendous and hopeless.

What a different old England we might have, if the various and hopeless classes that I have enumerated were permanently detained.

For then love would come to its own, the real misfortunes of life would then form a passport to practical help.

Widows would no longer be unceremoniously kicked into the underworld; accidents and disablements would no longer condemn men and women to live lives of beggary.