In uniform patriotism can salute one flag only, embrace but the first circle of life - one's own land and tribe. In war that is necessary, in peace it is not enough.

It's the people who are doing the nonviolent organizing at the grassroots that make me think there's still hope.

Our very lives depend on the ethics of strangers, and most of us are always strangers to other people.

Watching the debate this afternoon it was apparent they loved term limits in the House - as Brutus loved Caesar.

I was not a public - I was not a thinker. I was a doer.

The things I really cared about - poverty, the Great Society, civil rights - were all being drained away by the Vietnam War. The line that keeps running through my mind is the line I never spoke: "I can't speak for a war that I believe is immoral."

An unconscious people, an indoctrinated people, a people fed only partisan information and opinion that confirm their own bias, a people made morbidly obese in mind and spirit by the junk food of propaganda is less inclined to put up a fight, ask questions and be skeptical. And just as a democracy can die of too many lies, that kind of orthodoxy can kill us, too.