"I can never condemn some forms of evil as I once did, for now I have felt temptation myself.

I--I have even learned to doubt my own strength of character.

I walked past a great hotel last evening, and looked in through the windows, at the dining-room.

It was brilliant with electric lights, in rose globes over the spotless tables, and hundreds of people were gathered about eating and drinking.
I had been there myself more than once, yet then I was alone outside, in the misty street, penniless.

I had no strength left, no virtue--I was in heart a criminal.