We believed, in our sublime self-conceit, that the difficulty of life would lie solely in the direction of losing these precious ideals of ours, of failing to follow the way of martyrdom and high purpose we had marked out for ourselves, and we had no notion of the obscure paths of tolerance, just allowance, and self-blame wherein, if we held out minds open, we might learn something of the mystery and complexity of life's purposes.
Twenty Years at Hull House, Jane Addams (1910)









