Some Men See What Is,

Let Us Dedicate Ourselves To What The Greeks Wrote So Many Years Ago: To Tame The Savageness Of Man And Make Gentle The Life Of This World.

For There Is Another Kind Of Violence, Slower But Just As Deadly, Destructive As The Shot Or The Bomb In The Night. This Is The Violence Of Institutions; Indifference And Inaction And Slow Decay. This Is The Violence That Afflicts The Poor, That Poisons Relations Between Men Because Their Skin Has Different Colors. This Is A Slow Destruction Of A Child By Hunger, And Schools Without Books And Homes Without Heat In The Winter.

Don't Get Mad, Get Even.

Goethe Tells Us In His Greatest Poem That Faust Lost The Liberty Of His Soul When He Said To The Passing Moment, 'stay, Thou Art So Fair.

Progress Is A Nice Word. But Change Is Its Motivator. And Change Has Its Enemies.