There is happiness in the love of labor, there is misery in the love of gain.

Prayer begins at the edge of emptiness.

Things, when magnified, are forgeries of happiness.

The worship of reason is arrogance and betrays a lack of intelligence. The rejection of reason is cowardice and betrays a lack of faith.

In the midst of our applauding the feats of civilization, the Bible flings itself like a knife slashing our complacency; remind us that God, too, has a voice in history.

When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.

In a controversy, the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for truth and have begun striving for ourselves.