A Conversion Is A Lonely Experience.

The Final Word Is Love.

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.

Words Are As Strong And Powerful As Bombs, As Napalm.

Two Years Ago, I Was Saying As I Planted Seeds In The Garden, "i Must Believe In These Seeds, That They Fall Into The Earth And Grow Into Flowers And Radishes And Beans." It Is A Miracle To Me Because I Do Not Understand It. The Very Fact That They Use Glib Technical Phrases Does Not Make It Any Less A Miracle, And A Miracle We All Accept. Then Why Not Accept God's Miracles?

We Need To Change The System. We Need To Overthrow, Not The Government, As The Authorities Are Always Accusing The Communists 'of Conspiring To Teach [us] To Do,' But This Rotten, Decadent, Putrid Industrial Capitalist System Which Breeds Such Suffering In The Whited Sepulcher Of New York.