The Gift We Can Offer Others Is

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 Jesuits I Know Who Have Died And All Their Lives Were Great Teachers, They're The Least Remembered People

I Think Of My Brother Just Out Of Prison Again. He Will Have Spent Ten Years Of The Last 30 In Prison.

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.

The Gift We Can Offer Others Is So Simple A Thing As Hope.