I Was Publishing When I Was 20,

Because Success Is Such A Weasel Word Anyway, It's Such A Horribly American Word, And It's Such A Vamp And, I Think It's A Death Trap.

Most Americans Would Agree That Plowshares Is A Theatre Of The Absurd.

But How Shall We Educate Men To Goodness, To A Sense Of One Another, To A Love Of Truth? And More Urgently, How Shall We Do This In A Bad Time?

We Have One Of Our Priests In Prison Right Now For His Antiwar Actions, And Three Of Us In The Community Are Forbidden To Visit Him Because We're All Convicted Felons.

Of Course, Let Us Have Peace, We Cry, "but At The Same Time Let Us Have Normalcy, Let Us Lose Nothing, Let Our Lives Stand Intact, Let Us Know Neither Prison Nor Ill Repute Nor Disruption Of Ties ... " There Is No Peace Because There Are No Peacemakers. There Are No Makers Of Peace Because The Making Of Peace Is At Least As Costly As The Making Of War - At Least As Exigent, At Least As Disruptive, At Least As Liable To Bring Disgrace And Prison, And Death In Its Wake.