David, Moses, Saul of Tarsus, these were all people who did terrible terrible things  -  they were murderers. The Bible would be a lot shorter without grace.

Perhaps there is no more dangerous place for a Christian to be than in safety and comfort, detached from the suffering of others.

The Christian icon is not the Stars and Stripes but a cross-flag, and its emblem is not a donkey, an elephant, or an eagle, but a slaughtered lamb.

Most good things have been said far too many times and just need to be lived.

All around you, people will be tiptoeing through life, just to arrive at death safely. But dear children, do not tiptoe. Run, hop, skip, or dance, just don't tiptoe.

How can we worship a homeless man on Sunday and ignore one on Monday?

God comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable.

When we ask God to move a mountain, God may give us a shovel.

There are some things to die for but none to kill for.

It is a beautiful thing when folks in poverty are no longer just a missions project but become genuine friends and family with whom we laugh, cry, dream and struggle.

I learned more about God from the tears of homeless mothers than any systematic theology ever taught me.

Dear World, I exist.Deal with it.

Seems to me that there is a fine line between insanity and dedication…I call that line commitment

Do I provoke as a method of investigation? Of course. That's the essence of architecture. Do I do it with gusto? I do.

The Concerned Photographer produces images in which genuine human feeling predominates over commercial cynicism or disinterested formalism.

My style is a little quirky. I can't play as fast as most professional jazz players.

I loved all the parts of him, even the ones I didn't understand.

Eventually stardom is going to go away from me. It goes away from everybody and all you have in the end is to be able to look back and like the choices you made.

There are subjects in which I wish to become knowledgeable, and subjects in which I wish to remain wise.

The less I behave like Whistler's mother the night before, the more I look like her the morning after.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.