Hell is full of the sweet, spineless souls who devoted themselves to sweetness and light. The captains of industry on the one hand, and on the other hand the union and socialist organizers, are doing, moulding, achieving, building the house humanity lives in and is to live in. These doers are unaffected by sweetness and light and all the rest of the complacent soft culture of the non-doers who do not even smell when they are dead.