One of the greatest evils of the day among those outside of prison is their sense of futility. Young people say, What is the sense of our small effort? They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time; we can be responsible only for the one action of the present moment.

Dear God, please enlarge our hearts to love each other, to love our neighbor, to love our enemy as well as our friend.

We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.

We must always aim for the impossible; if we lower our goal, we also diminish our effort.

Turn off your radio. Put away your daily paper. Read one review of events a week and spend some time reading good books. They tell too of days of striving and of strife. They are of other centuries and also of our own. They make us realize that all times are perilous, that men live in a dangerous world, in peril constantly of losing or maiming soul and body. We get some sense of perspective reading such books. Renewed courage and faith and even joy to live.

If you are rushed for time, sow time and you will reap time. Go to church and spend a quiet hour in prayer. You will have more time than ever and your work will get done. Sow time with the poor. Sit and listen to them, give them your time lavishly. You will reap time a hundredfold.

The only way to live in any true security is to live so close to the bottom that when you fall you do not have far to drop, you do not have much to lose.