When nothing seems to help, I go 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.

When nothing seems to help, I go 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.

[This will remain so after Hurricane Katrina disappears from the front pages of our newspapers.] Long ago, ... it was said that 'one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.' ... It did not know because it did not care ... until some flagrant outrage on decency and the health of the community aroused it to noisy but ephemeral indignation.

It is through the Boys' Club that the street is hardest hit. In the fight for the lad, it is the Club which knocks out the 'gang,' using the weapon of organization.

The slum is the measure of civilization

Some defeats are only installments to victory.