The prophet and the martyr do not see the hooting throng. Their eyes are fixed on the eternities.
Sometimes a neighbor whom we have disliked a lifetime for his arrogance and conceit lets fall a single commonplace remark that shows us another side, another man, really; a man uncertain, and puzzled, and in the dark like ourselves.
You know, I was a community activist, so I'm used to standing out in front of an elected official's office and protesting.

