The Gift We Can Offer Others Is

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

I'd Like To Die With My Boots On.

Because We Want The Peace With Half A Heart And Half A Life And Will, The War, Of Course, Continues, Because The Waging Of War, By Its Nature, Is Total - But The Waging Of Peace, By Our Own Cowardice, Is Partial.

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