Religion has become an impersonal affair, an institutional loyalty. It survives on the level of activities rather than in the stillness of commitment.

The task of life is to face sacred moments.

We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.

The true meaning of existence is disclosed in moments of living in the presence of God

Wise criticism always begins with self-criticism.

The tragedy of religion is partly due to its isolation from life, as if God could be segregated.

When religion speaks only in the name of authority rather than with the voice of compassion, its message becomes meaningless.