It is much easier for me to imagine a praying murderer, a praying prostitute, than a vain person praying. Nothing is so at odds with prayer as vanity.

While it is good that we seek to know the Holy One, it is probably not so good to presume that we ever complete the task.

Every sermon must contain a certain shot of heresy.

When a man really gives up trying to make something out of himself - a saint, or a converted sinner, or a churchman (a so-called clerical somebody), a righteous or unrighteous man,...and throws himself into the arms of God...then he wakes with Christ in Gethsemane. That is faith, that is metanoia and it is thus that he becomes a man and Christian.

It is a blessed thing to know that no power on earth, no temptation, no human frailty can dissolve what God holds together.

Good Friday and Easter free us to think about other things far beyond our own personal fate, about the ultimate meaning of all life, suffering, and events; and we lay hold of a great hope.

The first service that one owes to others consists in listening to them.