Few Great Men Would Have Got Past

There Is The Dumb Silence Of Slumber Or Apathy... The Fertile Silence Of Awareness, Pasturing The Soul... The Silence Of Peaceful Accord With Other Persons Or Communion With The Cosmos.

In Our Truly Remarkable An Unexampled Civil Peace, Where There Are Rarely Fist Fights; Where No One Is Born, Is Gravely Ill, Or Dies; Where Meat Is Eaten But No One Sees An Animal Slaughtered; Where Scores Of Millions Of Cars, Trains, Elevators, And Airplanes Go Their Scheduled Way And There Is Rarely A Crash; Where An Immense Production Proceeds In Orderly Efficiency And The Shelves Are Duly Clears And Nevertheless None Of This Come To Joy Or Tragic Grief Or Any Other Final Good It Is Not Surprising If There Are Explosions.

Suppose You Had The Revolution You Are Talking And Dreaming About. Suppose Your Side Had Won, And You Had The Kind Of Society You Wanted. How Would You Live, You Personally, In That Society? Start Living That Way Now!

A Good Teacher Feels His Way, Looking For Response.

For Mankind, Speech With A Capital S Is Especially Meaningful And Committing, More Than The Content Communicated. The Outcry Of The Newborn And The Sound Of The Bells Are Fraught With Mystery More Than The Baby's Woeful Face Or The Venerable Tower.