I Think Of My Brother

The Death Of A Single Human Being Is Too Heavy A Price For The Vindication Of Any Principle, However Sacred.

You Have To Struggle To Stay Alive And Be Of Use As Long As You Can.

Our Apologies, Good Friends, For The Fracture Of Good Order, The Burning Of Paper Instead Of Children. How Many Must Die Before Our Voices Are Heard, How Many Must Be Tortured, Dislocated, Starved, Maddened? When, At What Point, Will You Say No To This War?

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

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