When It Comes To Labor And Politics,

We Must Talk About Poverty, Because People Insulated By Their Own Comfort Lose Sight Of It.

I Was Always Much Impressed, In Reading Prison Memoirs Of Revolutionists, Such As Lenin And Trotsky ... By The Amount Of Reading They Did, The Languages They Studied, The Range Of Their Plans For A Better Social Order. (or Rather, For A New Social Order.) In The Acts Of The Apostles There Are Constant References To The Way And The New Man.

I Cannot Worry Much About Your Sins And Miseries When I Have So Many Of My Own. I Can Only Love You All, Poor Fellow Travellers, Fellow Sufferers. I Do Not Want To Add One Least Straw To The Burden You Already Carry.

There's Enough Hate In The World. I Command You To Love. And You Have To Make An Effort.

Advent Is A Time Of Waiting, Of Expectation, Of Silence. Waiting For Our Lord To Be Born. A Pregnant Woman Is So Happy, So Content. She Lives In Such A Garment Of Silence, And It Is As Though She Were Listening To Hear The Stir Of Life Within Her. One Always Hears That Stirring Compared To The Rustling Of A Bird In The Hand. But The Intentness Which Which One Awaits Such Stirring Is Like Nothing So Much As A Blanket Of Silence.