Freedom is the power to create out of nothing, the power of the spirit to create out of itself.

Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

Every moral act of love, of mercy, and of sacrifice brings to pass the end of the world where hatred, cruelty, and selfishness reign supreme.

Perhaps the saddest thing to admit is that those who rejected the Cross have to carry it, while those who welcomed it are so often engaged in crucifying others.

The creation of the world is not only a process which moves from God to humanity. God demands newness from humanity; God awaits the works of human freedom.

The enslaving of the other is also the enslaving of the self.

Utopias now appear much more realizable than one used to think. We are now faced with a different new worry: How to prevent their realization.

The meaning of conservatism is not that it impedes movement forward and upward, but that it impedes movement backwards and downwards—to chaotic darkness and the return to a primitive state.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

The overwhelming majority of people, including Christians, are materialists. They do not believe in the power of spirit. They believe only in material power.

Creativity is the supreme mystery of life, the mystery of the appearance of something new, hitherto unknown, derived from nothing, proceeding from nothing, born of nothing other.

Become great through the currency of time

The word 'spinster' tells you everything you need to know about our attitude of women who choose not to marry.

Voting is a civic sacrament.

Guess I've been reading too much fantasy.

It just seems that if you hang on for a while longer, there is always something bright around the corner, or the dark clouds will go away and there will be sunshine again.

You may not yet be able to bring your unconscious mind activity into awareness as thoughts, but it will always be reflected in the body as an emotion, and of this you can become aware.

All prayers and hopes are a reaching-out for coincidences.

Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.

God made the Illusion look Real and the Real an Illusion !

I don't measure my life by the money I've made. Other people might, but certainly don't.