«The insecure, tormented, down-trodden people, in whom we are submerged, are no different from all the others spread over the rest of the world, even if their eyes, skins, creeds are not the same as ours. Our common destiny is to be the guts of the world, digesting the myths that have sustained empires and manufacturing the vital lymph to sustain the world of tomorrow. Hard work though it may be, we are beginning to digest today’s society and church; in time we shall make one another better.
Although my white hair and the weight of years make me feel I’ll never see the promised land, they have not deprived me of my serenity, enthusiasm or joy in my labours.
The urgent thing now is not to get split up, but to close the ranks in support of all who, loyally identifying themselves with the most defenceless, are making their presence felt in the social fabric of our city. They, and all you others scattered everywhere, will be my sweetest consolation when I depart this life.»
Mario Borrelli, ''The continuing story'' from Morris West, ''Children of the sun'', Fontana Books Ltd, 1983.