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

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.

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

God is not a hypothesis derived from logical assumptions, but an immediate insight, self-evident as light. He is not something to be sought in the darkness with the light of reason. He is the light.

(People achieve) fullness of being in fellowship, in care for others.

Prayer is not a stratagem for occasional use, a refuge to resort to now and then. It is rather like an established residence for the innermost self. All things have a home: the bird has a nest, the fox has a hole, the bee has a hive. A soul without prayer is a soul without a home.

I did not ask for success; I asked for wonder.