My Strength Returns To Me

Knitting Is Very Conducive To Thought. It Is Nice To Knit A While, Put Down The Needles, Write A While, Then Take Up The Sock Again.

An Individual Can March For Peace Or Vote For Peace And Can Have, Perhaps, Some Small Influence On Global Concerns. But The Same Individual Is A Giant In The Eyes Of A Child At Home. If Peace Is To Be Built, It Must Start With The Individual. It Is Built Brick By Brick.

These Powerless People At The Bottom Are The Ones With Whom We Must Begin. They Must Have The Insight And The Knowledge To Work Together And Recognise That They Are On The Right Track.

So Many Sins Against The Poor Cry Out To High Heaven! One Of The Most Deadly Sins Is To Deprive The Laborer Of His Hire. There Is Another: To Instill In Him Paltry Desires So Compulsive That He Is Willing To Sell His Liberty And His Honor To Satisfy Them. We Are All Guilty Of Concupiscence, But Newspapers, Radios, Television, And Battalions Of Advertising Men (woe To That Generation!) Deliberately Stimulate Our Desires, The Satisfaction Of Which So Often Means The Degradation Of The Family.

God Forbid We Should Have Great Institutions. The Thing Is To Have Many Small Centres. The Ideal Is Community.