Alcott writes, "To live for one's principles, at all costs, is a dangerous speculation; and the failure of an ideal, no matter how humane and noble, is harder for the world to forgive and forget than bank robbery or the grand swindles of corrupt politicians." Has there ever been a time in your life when you "lived for your principles"? How did it turn out, compared to the experience of the Utopians at the Fruitlands Farm?