I Think That Just As

The Final Word Is Love.

Communities Are Made Up Of The Unlovable As Well As The Lovable.

Idealism In The Young, I Guess I'm Saying, Is Curiosity As Well As Goodness Trying To Express Itself.

One Of The Greatest Evils Of The Day Among Those Outside Of Prison Is Their Sense Of Futility. Young People Say, What Is The Sense Of Our Small Effort? They Cannot See That We Must Lay One Brick At A Time, Take One Step At A Time; We Can Be Responsible Only For The One Action Of The Present Moment.

When It Comes Down To It, Even On The Natural Plane, It Is Much Happier And More Enlivening To Love Than To Be Loved.