All Of Us, At Certain Moments Of

Prayer Is A Cry Of Distress, A Demand For Help, A Hymn Of Love.

...the Influence Of The Factory Upon The Physiological And Mental State Of The Workers Has Been Completely Neglected.

The Modern City Consists Of...dark, Narrow Streets Full Of Gasoline Fumes, Coal Dust, And Toxic Gasses, Torn By The Noise.

Those Who Do Not Know How To Fight Worry Die Young.

In Joy Or Sorrow, Health Or Sickness, Prosperity Or The Reverse, The Effort Must Still Continue. One Must Rise After Every Fall And Gradually Acquire Courage, Faith, The Will To Succeed And The Capacity To Love.