I Can Write No Other Than This:

Where Are The Heroes And The Saints, Who Keep A Clear Vision Of Man's Greatest Gift, His Freedom, To Oppose Not Only The Dictatorship Of The Proletariat, But Also The Dictatorship Of The Benevolent State, Which Takes Possession Of The Family, And Of The Indigent, And Claims Our Young For War?

True Love Is Delicate And Kind, Full Of Gentle Perception And Understanding, Full Of Beauty And Grace, Full Of Joy Unutterable. There Should Be Some Flavor Of This In All Our Love For Others. We Are All One. We Are One Flesh In The Mystical Body As Man And Woman Are Said To Be One Flesh In Marriage. With Such A Love One Would See All Things New; We Would Begin To See People As They Really Are, As God Sees Them.

Poverty Is A Strange And Elusive Thing. ... I Condemn Poverty And I Advocate It; Poverty Is Simple And Complex At Once; It Is A Social Phenomenon And A Personal Matter. Poverty Is An Elusive Thing, And A Paradoxical One. We Need Always To Be Thinking And Writing About It, For If We Are Not Among Its Victims Its Reality Fades From Us. We Must Talk About Poverty Because People Insulated By Their Own Comfort Lose Sight Of It.

Idealism In The Young, I Guess I'm Saying, Is Curiosity As Well As Goodness Trying To Express Itself.

God Meant For Things To Be Much Easier Than We Have Made Them