Dorothy Day

Words are as strong and powerful as bombs, as napalm.

When we have spiritual reading at meals, when we have the rosary at night, when we have study groups, forums, when we go out to distribute literature at meetings, or sell it on the street corners, Christ is there with us.

We cannot build up the idea of the apostolate of the laity without the foundation of the liturgy.

They cannot see that we must lay one brick at a time, take one step at a time.

Our faith is stronger than death, our philosophy is firmer than flesh, and the spread of the Kingdom of God upon the earth is more sublime and more compelling.

First of all, let it be remembered that I speak as an ex-Communist and one who has not testified before Congressional Committees, nor written works on the Communist conspiracy.

It is easier to have faith that God will support each House of Hospitality and Farming Commune and supply our needs in the way of food and money to pay bills, than it is to keep a strong, hearty, living faith in each individual around us - to see Christ in him.

Together with the Works of Mercy, feeding, clothing and sheltering our brothers, we must indoctrinate.

I firmly believe that our salvation depends on the poor.

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.

Certainly we disagree with the Communist Party, as we disagree with other political parties who are trying to maintain the American way of life.

We must recognize the fact that many Nazis, Marxists and Fascists believe passionately in their fundamental rightness, and allow nothing to hinder them from their goal in the pursuit of their mission.

Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again.

The greatest challenge of the day is: how to bring about a revolution of the heart, a revolution which has to start with each one of us?

Don't call me a saint. I don't want to be dismissed so easily.

As for ourselves, yes, we must be meek, bear injustice, malice, rash judgment. We must turn the other cheek, give up our cloak, go a second mile.

Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.

We have all known the long loneliness, and we have found that the answer is community.

Women think with their whole bodies and they see things as a whole more than men do.

I believe that we must reach our brother, never toning down our fundamental oppositions, but meeting him when he asks to be met, with a reason for the faith that is in us, as well as with a loving sympathy for them as brothers.