I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.

We cannot know the whole truth, which belongs to God alone, but our task nevertheless is to seek to know what is true. And if we offend gravely enough against what we know to be true, as by failing badly enough to deal affectionately and responsibly with our land and our neighbors, truth will retaliate with ugliness, poverty, and disease.

People talk about "job creation," as if that had ever been the aim the industrial economy. The aim was to replace people with machines.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

It's the impeded stream that sings

For want of a Pilate of their own, some Christians would accept a Constantine or whomever might be the current incarnation of Caesar.

Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence.