No One Has A Right To Sit

I Do Not Know How To Love God Except By Loving The Poor. I Do Not Know How To Serve God Except By Serving The Poor.... Here, Within This Great City Of Nine Million People, We Must, In This Neighborhood, On This Street, In This Parish, Regain A Sense Of Community Which Is The Basis For Peace In The World.

I Too Complain Ceaselessly In My Heart And In My Words Too. My Very Life Is A Protest. Against Government, For Instance.

We Plant Seeds That Will Flower As Results In Our Lives, So Best To Remove The Weeds Of Anger, Avarice, Envy And Doubt, That Peace And Abundance May Manifest For All.

Think What The World Could Look Like If We Took Care Of The Poor Even Half As Well As We Do Our Bibles!

Tradition! We Scarcely Know The Word Anymore. We Are Afraid To Be Either Proud Of Our Ancestors Or Ashamed Of Them. We Scorn Nobility In Name And In Fact. We Cling To A Bourgeois Mediocrity Which Would Make It Appear We Are All Americans, Made In The Image And Likeness Of George Washington.