Take away hatred from some people, and you have men without faith.

The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

Our passionate preoccupation with the sky, the stars, and a God somewhere in outer space is a homing impulse. We are drawn back to where we came from.

Our present addiction to pollsters and forecasters is a symptom of our chronic uncertainty about the future... We watch our experts read the entrails of statistical tables and graphs the way the ancients watched their soothsayers read the entrails of a chicken.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed.

The weakness of a soul is proportionate to the number of truths that must be kept from it.

Where there is the necessary technical skill to move mountains, there is no need for the faith that moves mountains.