“Last WillPrologue:We, Sacco and Vanzetti, sound of body and mind,Devise and bequeath to all we leave behind,The worldly wealth we inherited at our birth,Each one to share alike as we leave this earth.To Wit:To babies we will their mothers’ love,To youngsters we will the sun above.To spooners who wont to tryst the night,We give the moon and stars that shine so bright.To thrill them in their hours of joy,When boy hugs maid and maid hugs boy.To nature’s creatures we allot the spring and summer,To the doe, the bear, the gold-finch and the hummer.To the fishes we ascribe the deep blue sea,The honey we apportion to the bustling bee.To the pessimist—good cheer—his mind to sooth,To the chronic liar we donate the solemn truth.And Lastly:To those who judge solely seeking renown,With blaring trumpets of the fakir and clown;To the prosecutor, persecutor, and other human hounds,Who’d barter another’s honor, recognizing no bounds,To the Governor, the Jury, who another’s life they’d sell—We endow them with the fiery depths of HELL!(Industrial Worker, Aug. 20, 1927)”

“Who are we as individuals to judge the masses?--used recently in a debate”

“When people love each other, they are content with very little. When we have light and joy in our hearts, we don't need material wealth. The most loving communities are often the poorest. If our own life is luxurious and wasteful, we can't approach poor people. If we love people, we want to identify with them and share with them.”

“The problem, Mitch, is that we don't believe we are as much alike as we are. Whites and blacks, Catholics and Protestants, men and women. If we saw each other as more alike, we might be very eager to join in one big human family in this world, and to care about that family the way we care about our own.But believe me, when you are dying, you see it is true. We all have the same beginning - birth - and we all have the same end - death. So how different can we be?Invest in the human family. Invest in people. Build a little community of those you love and who love you.”

“All that we are is story. From the moment we are born to the time we continue on our spirit journey, we are involved in the creation of the story of our time here. It is what we arrive with. It is all we leave behind. We are not the things we accumulate. We are not the things we deem important. We are story. All of us. What comes to matter then is the creation of the best possible story we can while we’re here; you, me, us, together. When we can do that and we take the time to share those stories with each other, we get bigger inside, we see each other, we recognize our kinship – we change the world, one story at a time…”

“It is through the light that we are born and through the night that we travel. The light is the love of our parents who greet us and welcome us into this world and it is with the love of our partner that we leave it. Wulf and Cassandra have chosen to be with each other, to ease their remaining journey and to comfort one another in the coming nights. And when the final night is upon them, they vow to stand together and ease the one who travels first. Soul to soul we have touched. Flesh to flesh we have breathed. And it is alone that we must leave this existence, until the night comes that the Fates decree we are reunited in Katoteros. (Apollite Marriage Vows)”

“We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other's opposite and complement.”