Whose silence are you?

October is a fine and dangerous season in America. It is dry and cool and the land is wild with red and gold and crimson, and all the lassitudes of August have seeped out of your blood, and you are full of ambition. It is a wonderful time to begin anything at all.

It might be good to open our eyes and see.

The God of peace is never glorified by human violence.

But there is greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question.

The cause of liberty becomes a mockery if the price to be paid is the wholesale destruction of those who are to enjoy liberty. Ghandi, quoted in Merton, p. 68

He who hopes in God trusts God, Whom he never sees, to bring him to the possession of things that are beyond imagination.