Our age is one in which usefulness is thought to be the chief merit of nature; in which the attainment of power, the utilization of its resources is taken to be the chief purpose of man in God's creation. Man has indeed become primarily a tool-making animal, and the world is now a gigantic tool box for the satisfaction of his needs.

Forfeit your sense of awe, let your conceit diminish your ability to revere, and the universe becomes a market place for you.

The man who has not suffered - what does he know anyway?

Life is not meaningful...unle ss it is serving an end beyond itself; unless it is of value to someone else.

The Sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of Sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living.

God is not nice. God is not an uncle. God is an earthquake.

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