I never give answers. I lead on from one question to another. That is my leadership.

We sit inert, like dead specimens of some museum, while lessons are pelted at us from on high, like hailstones on flowers.

For man is by nature an artist.

Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.

Whatever character our theology may ascribe to him, in reality God is the infinite ideal of Man, towards whom men move in their collective growth, with whom they seek their union of love as individuals, in whom they find their ideal of father, friend and beloved.

The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song

Merely to exist is not enough.