Where you and I would not care to have our wives pass their lives is a place where no other man's wife should have to pass her life.

For here, in the East End, the obscenities and brute vulgarities of life are rampant.

There is no privacy.

The bad corrupts the good, and all fester together.

Innocent childhood is sweet and beautiful: but in East London innocence is a fleeting thing, and you must catch them before they crawl out of the cradle, or you will find the very babes as unholily wise as you.
The application of the Golden Rule determines that East London is an unfit place in which to live.