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.

The Jesuits I know who have died and all their lives were great teachers, they're the least remembered people

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.

I'd like to die with my boots on.

I don't have to prove my life. I just have to live.

You can't bank on the outcome.

Start with the impossible. Proceed calmly towards the improbable. No worry, there are at least five exits.