We Are Not, Most Of Us, Capable

There Is Something So Horrifying And So Sad When People Are Living Alone. That Is Why The Old And Lonely Come To Us.

People Say, What Is The Sense Of Our Small Effort? They Cannot See That We Must Lay One Brick At A Time, Take One Step At A Time. A Pebble Cast Into A Pond Causes Ripples That Spread In All Directions. Each One Of Our Thoughts, Words And Deeds Is Like That. No One Has A Right To Sit Down And Feel Hopeless. There Is Too Much Work To Do.

Communities Are Made Up Of The Unlovable As Well As The Lovable.

No One Has A Right To Sit Down And Feel Hopeless. There's Too Much Work To Do.

The Whole Point Of View Of The Anarchist Is That Everything Must Start From The Bottom Up, From Man. It Seems To Me So Human A Philosophy.