Prayer cannot bring water to parched fields, or mend a broken bridge, or rebuild a ruined city; but prayer can water an arid soul, mend a broken heart, and rebuild a weakened will.

(People achieve) fullness of being in fellowship, in care for others.

Self-respect is the fruit of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself.

It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?

For many of us the march from Selma to Montgomery was about protest and prayer. Legs are not lips and walking is not kneeling. And yet our legs uttered songs. Even without words, our march was worship. I felt my legs were praying.

Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear-filling grandeur. Sometimes we wish our own heart would speak of that which made it heavy with wonder.

Man is a messenger who forgot the message.