It is a dreadful thing to hate one's own father; to hate him and be unable to forgive him even though he is dead, although he paid for his sin with his life.

Death is said to pay all debts, but there are some it cannot pay.

To my father I owed my present ambitionless, idle, good-for-nothing life, my mother's illness, years of disgrace, the loss of a name--everything.
Paine was my mother's maiden name; she was christened Comfort Paine.

My own Christian name is Roscoe and my middle name is Paine.

My other name, the name I was born with, the name that Mother took when she married, we dropped when the disgrace came upon us.