It Was The Cowards Who

The Beauty Of Poetry Is That The Creation Transcends The Poet.

Non-cooperatio N With Evil Is A Sacred Duty.

My Firm Belief Is That He Reveals Himself Daily To Every Human Being But We Shut Our Ears To The Still Small Voice.

Every Fight Is One Between Different Angles Of Vision Illuminating The Same Truth.

When A Man Vowed To Nonviolence As The Law Governing Human Beings Dares To Refer To War, He Can Only Do It So As To Strain Every Nerve To Avoid It.