As long as hope does not embrace and transform the thought and action of men, it remains topsy-turvy and ineffective.

God weeps with us so that we may one day laugh with him.

Christian hope does not promise successful days to the rich and the strong, but resurrection and life to those who must exist in the shadows of death. Success is no name of God. Righteousness is.

The truth of human freedom lies in the love that breaks down barriers.

Hope is lived when it comes alive, when we go outside of ourselves and, in joy and pain take part in the lives of others.

Capitalism, racism and inhuman technocracy quietly develop in their own way. The causes of misery are no longer to be found in the inner attitudes of men, but have long been institutionalized.

Personal, inner change without a change in circumstances and structures is an idealist illusion, as though man were only a soul and not a body as well.

Passion is loving something enough to suffer for it.

Totally without hope, one cannot live. To live without hope is to cease to live.

Jesus' healings are not supernatural miracles in a natural world. They are the only truly 'natural' things in a world that is unnatural, demonized and wounded.

That is why faith, wherever it develops into hope, causes not rest but unrest, not patience but impatience.... Those who hope in Christ can no longer put up with reality as it is.

This is the word of the LORD saying, Not by Might, nor by Power, but by my Spirit, saith the LORD of hosts.

We should not look for more in others, Rather find more within ourselves.

Health is the capacity of the land for self-renewal.

Quantum theory was split up into dialects. Different people describe the same experiences in remarkably different languages. This is confusing even to physicists.

I think the thing is there's a work for every space, you always have to respond to a context, whether it be a physical context, or a political one, or a cultural one, whatever.

"Does God know he [exists]?" "Of course he does. Otherwise, you could not have asked the question, and I could not have answered."

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Treat [the people] as slaves, guard them against brigands, and they will come to regard themselves as slaves and brigands.

This love was tricky...was it simply better somehow? Because these humans could hate with so much fury, was the other end of the spectrum that they could love with more heart and zeal and fire?

To me, the difference between New York and London is that things are boring and staid in London.