We feel, all of us--you too I know must feel--that we have power, power to do great things, power insurgent in us.

But before we can do anything--" He flung out a hand that seemed to sweep away a world.
"Though I thought I was alone in the world," she said, after a pause, "I have thought of these things.

They have taught me always that strength was almost a sin, that it was better to be little than great, that all true religion was to shelter the weak and little, encourage the weak and little, help them to multiply and multiply until at last they crawled over one another, to sacrifice all our strength in their cause.
But ...

always I have doubted the thing they taught." "This life," he said, "these bodies of ours, are not for dying." "No." "Nor to live in futility.

But if we would not do that, it is already plain to all our Brethren a conflict must come.