All that is left is to us is our being horrified at the loss of our sense of horror.

Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.

It is gratefulness which makes the soul great.

In any free society where terrible wrongs exist, some are guilty - all are responsible.

The problem to be faced is: how to combine loyalty to one's own tradition with reverence for different traditions.

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.

To be is to stand for.