There Is A Lovely Road That Runs

There Is A Man Sleeping In The Grass. And Over Him Is Gathering The Greatest Storm Of All His Days. Such Lightening And Thunder Will Come There Has Never Been Seen Before, Bringing Death And Destruction. People Hurry Home Past Him, To Places Safe From Danger. And Whether They Do Not See Him There In The Grass, Or Whether They Fear To Halt Even A Moment, But They Do Not Wake Him, They Let Him Be.

I Have One Great Fear In My Heart, That One Day When They Are Turned To Loving, They Will Find That We Are Turned To Hating.

It Was Not His Habit To Dwell On What Could Have Been, But What Could Never Be.

There Is Only One Way In Which One Can Endure Man's Inhumanity To Man And That Is To Try, In One's Own Life, To Exemplify Man's Humanity To Man.

To Give Up The Task Of Reforming Society Is To Give Up One's Responsibility As A Free Man.