Our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but how to remain human in the skyscrapers.

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.

In the darkest night to be certain of the dawn...to go through Hell and to continue to trust in the goodness of God-this is the challenge and the way.

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

You must build your life as if it were a work of art.

Awe enables us to see in the world intimations of the divine, to sense in small things the beginning of infinite significance, to sense the ultimate in the common and the simple, to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.

Never once in my life did I ask God for success or wisdom or power or fame. I asked for wonder, and he gave it to me.