Because success is such a weasel word anyway, it's such a horribly American word, and it's such a vamp and, I think it's a death trap.

The gift we can offer others is so simple a thing as hope.

We have one of our priests in prison right now for his antiwar actions, and three of us in the community are forbidden to visit him because we're all convicted felons.

Faith is rarely where your head is at. Nor is it where your heart is at. Faith is where your ass is at!

I think of my brother just out of prison again. He will have spent ten years of the last 30 in prison.

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.

No principle is worth the sacrifice of a single human being.