As for ourselves, yes, we must be meek, bear injustice, malice, rash judgment. We must turn the other cheek, give up our cloak, go a second mile.

The Gospel takes away our right forever, to discriminate between the deserving and the undeserving poor.

If you feed the poor, you're a saint. If you ask why they're poor, you're a Communist.

I really only love God as much as I love the person I love the least.

We have all known the long loneliness, and we have found that the answer is community.

Don't worry about being effective. Just concentrate on being faithful to the truth.

We must talk about poverty, because people insulated by their own comfort lose sight of it.

Our problems stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system.

We plant seeds that will flower as results in our lives, so best to remove the weeds of anger, avarice, envy and doubt, that peace and abundance may manifest for all.

No one has a right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do.

The older I get, the more I meet people, the more convinced I am that we must only work on ourselves, to grow in grace. The only thing we can do about people is to love them.

...awkward passion is so often so very much more admirable than mere achievement.

She swallowed the ridicule & washed it down with criticism, It was far sweeter than the taste of obscurity.

It must not be forgotten that it is especially dangerous to enslave men in the minor details of life.

To me, it's not about being anywhere, but being able to change my perceptions and experience something new.

Some may study side by side, and yet be asunder when they come to the logic of things.

Trees indeed have hearts.

My statements aren't incomplete, they're just in-progress. It's a debate and a discussion.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed and rightly.

Our instinct as human beings is to provide answers, to ease tension. As writers our job is the opposite, to create tension and not dispel it immediately.

In this year 1634, I purchased the moiety of thirteen houses in the Strand for five hundred and thirty pounds.