Think What The World Could Look Like

The Final Word Is Love.

When You Love People, You See All The Good In Them, All The Christ In Them.

God Forbid We Should Have Great Institutions. The Thing Is To Have Many Small Centres. The Ideal Is Community.

Tradition! We Scarcely Know The Word Anymore. We Are Afraid To Be Either Proud Of Our Ancestors Or Ashamed Of Them. We Scorn Nobility In Name And In Fact. We Cling To A Bourgeois Mediocrity Which Would Make It Appear We Are All Americans, Made In The Image And Likeness Of George Washington.

Most Of Our Life Is Unimportant, Filled With Trivial Things From Morning Till Night. But When It Is Transformed By Love It Is Of Interest Even To The Angels.