There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.

It cannot be denied that too often the weight of the Christian movement has been on the side of the strong and the powerful and against the weak and oppressed-this, despite the gospel.

There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself.

Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it. Because what the world needs is more people who have come alive

And this is the strangest of all paradoxes of the human adventure; we live inside all experience, but we are permitted to bear witness only to the outside. Such is the riddle of life and the story of the passing of our days.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.