It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?

The degree to which one is sensitive to other people's suffering, to other (people's) humanity, is the index of one's own humanity

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

We are closer to God when we are asking questions than when we think we have the answers.

When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.

Speech has power. Words do not fade. What starts out as a sound, ends in a deed.

...morally speaking, there is no limit to the concern one must feel for the suffering of human beings, that indifference to evil is worse than evil itself, that in a free society, some are guilty, but all are responsible.