I'd Like To Die With My Boots

One Is Called To Live Nonviolently, Even If The Change One Works For Seems Impossible. It May Or May Not Be Possible To Turn The Us Around Through Nonviolent Revolution. But One Thing Favors Such An Attempt: The Total Inability Of Violence To Change Anything For The Better

I Don't Have To Prove My Life. I Just Have To Live.

The Sponsors Of War Closely Resemble The Weapons They Create. And Smart Bombs, Depleted Uranium, Land Mines, Rockets And Tanks, Rather Than Protect 'widows And Orphans And Strangers At The Gate', Are Designed Precisely To Create 'widows And Orphans', To Transform Strangers Into Enemies And Enemies Into Corpses.

The Death Of A Single Human Being Is Too Heavy A Price For The Vindication Of Any Principle, However Sacred.

But How Shall We Educate Men To Goodness, To A Sense Of One Another, To A Love Of Truth? And More Urgently, How Shall We Do This In A Bad Time?