I Think Anarchy Is Natural To The

The Mystery Of Poverty Is That By Sharing In It, Making Ourselves Poor In Giving To Others, We Increase Our Knowledge Of And Belief In Love.

My Whole Life So Far, My Whole Experience Has Been That Our Failure Has Been Not To Love Enough. This Conviction Brought Me To A Rejection Of The Radical Movement After My Early Membership In The Socialist Party, The Industrial Workers Of The World, And The Communist Affiliates I Worked With.

We Want No Revolution; We Want The Brotherhood Of Men. We Want Men To Love One Another. We Want All Men To Have What Is Sufficient For Their Needs. And Now - Strange Thought - The Devil Has So Maneuvered That The People Turn From Him Because Those Who Profess Him Are Clothed In Soft Raiment And Sit At Well-spread Tables And Deny The Poor.

To Love With Understanding And Without Understanding. To Love Blindly, And To Folly. To See Only What Is Loveable. To Think Only Of These Things. To See The Best In Everyone Around, Their Virtues Rather Than Their Faults. To See Christ In Them!

We Believe In Loving Our Brothers Regardless Of Race, Color Or Creed And We Believe In Showing This Love By Working For Better Conditions Immediately And The Ultimate Owning By The Workers Of Their Means Of Production.