When man to man shall be friend and brother.
There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.
In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.
All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.
I know no better way of waging the battle for Truth than arraying the facts face to face on either side and letting them fight it out.
They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.