Jacob A. Riis

The world forgets easily, too easily, what it does not like to remember.

Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two and I know it was not the last blow that did it but all that had gone before.

Men have a trick of coming up to what is expected of them good or bad.

When nothing seems to help I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two and I know it was not that blow that did it but all that had gone before.