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

Spiritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time.

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

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.

As civilization advances, the sense of wonder declines. Such decline is an alarming symptom of our state of mind. Mankind will not perish for want of information; but only for want of appreciation.

There are few ideas in the world of thought which contain so much spiritual power as the idea of the Sabbath. Aeons hence, when of many of our cherished theories only shreds will remain, that cosmic tapestry will continue to shine.

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.