I am not asking for sensational revelations, but I would like to sense the meaning of that minute, to feel it's urgency.

Perhaps its inevitable, perhaps one has to choose between being nothing at all and impersonating what one is.

Lord, you have cursed Cain and Cain’s children: thy will be done. You have allowed men’s hearts to be corrupted, that their intentions be rotten, that their actions putrefy and stink: thy will be done.

When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.

Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.

The poor don't know that their function in life is to exercise our generosity.

Acting is happy agony.