Every modern war has had its roots in exploitation.

Once I knew the depth where no hope was and darkness lay on the face of all things. Then love came and set my soul free. Once I fretted and beat myself against the wall that shut me in. My life was without a past or future, and death a consummation devoutly to be wished. But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hands that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped up with the rapture of living. I do not know the meaning of the darkness, but I have learned the overcoming of it.

We should not think of conversion as the acceptance of a particular creed, but as a change of heart.

The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.

I believe war is the inevitable fruit of our economic system.

All the world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming.

I learned that it is possible for us to create light, sound and order within us no matter what calamity befall us in the outer world.