Start With The Impossible. Proceed

I Don't Know A More Irreligious Attitude, One More Utterly Bankrupt Of Any Human Content, Than One Which Permits Childred To Be Destroyed.

No Principle Is Worth The Sacrifice Of A Single Human Being.

I Don't Have To Prove My Life. I Just Have To Live.

I'd Like To Die With My Boots On.

For My Part, I Believe That The Vain, Glorious And The Violent Will Not Inherit The Earth. . . . In Pursuance Of That Faith My Friends And I Take The Hands Of The Dying In Our Hands. And Some Of Us Travel To The Pentagon, And Others Live In The Bowery And Serve There, And Others Speak Unpopularly And Plainly Of The Fate Of The Unborn And Of Convicted Criminals. It Is All One.