There is only one way in which one can endure man's inhumanity to man and that is to try, in one's own life, to exemplify man's humanity to man.

It is not permissible to add to one's possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men. Such development has only one true name, and that is exploitation.

We do not work for men. We work for the land and the people. We do not even work for money.

But the one thing that has power completely is love, because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.

It was not his habit to dwell on what could have been, but what could never be.

What broke in a man when he could bring himself to kill another? What broke when he could bring himself to thrust down the knife into the warm flesh, to bring down the axe on the living head, to cleave down between the seeing eyes, to shoot the gun that would drive death into the beating heart?

For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.