It's Not Going To Be Easy To

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?

Sometime In Your Life, Hope That You Might See One Starved Man, The Look On His Face When The Bread Finally Arrives. Hope That You Might Have Baked It Or Bought Or Even Kneaded It Yourself. For That Look On His Face, For Your Meeting His Eyes Across A Piece Of Bread, You Might Be Willing To Lose A Lot, Or Suffer A Lot, Or Die A Little, Even.

Most Americans Would Agree That Plowshares Is A Theatre Of The Absurd.

I Don't Know A More Irreligious Attitude, One More Utterly Bankrupt Of Any Human Content, Than One Which Permits Childred To Be Destroyed.

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