In Youth The Days Are Short And

The Hungry Nations Of The World Cry Out To The Peoples Blessed With Abundance. And The Church, Cut To The Quick By This Cry, Asks Each And Every Man To Hear His Brother's Plea And Answer It Lovingly.

The Older The Fiddler, The Sweeter The Tune.

Satan's Smoke Has Made Its Way Into The Temple Of God Through Some Crack

Anger Is As A Stone Cast Into A Wasp's Nest.

For Peace Is Not Simply The Absence Of Warfare, Based On A Precarious Balance Of Power; It Is Fashioned By Efforts Directed Day After Day Toward The Establishment Of The Ordered Universe Willed By God, With A More Perfect Form Of Justice Among Men.