Hope arouses as nothing else can arouse a passion for the possible.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love.

In our time all it takes for evil to flourish is for a few good men to be a little wrong and have a great deal of power, and for the vast majority of their fellow citizens to remain indifferent.

Diversity may be the hardest thing for a society to live with, and perhaps the most dangerous thing for a society to be without.

I love the recklessness of faith. First you leap, and then you grow wings.

The cause of violence is not ignorance. It is self-interest. Only reverance can restrain violence - reverance for human life and the environment.

Love measures our stature: the more we love, the bigger we are. There is no smaller package in all the world than that of a man all wrapped up in himself.

There is nothing anti-intellectual in the leap of faith, for faith is not believing without proof but trusting without reservation.

To show compassion for an individual without showing concern for the structures of society that make him an object of compassion is to be sentimental rather than loving.

Hope arouses, as nothing else can arouse, a passion for the possible.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift.

The stillness of the waters is only drowned out by the sound of your heartbeat.

One who knows the law of connectivity is a universal friend

You know, God gave me a gift to do other things besides play the game of basketball.

I'd love to be the political voice of my generation, but that's not my gift.

I can't think of anything you might say about Irish people that is absolutely true.

Karma means who you are and where your awareness field is on the band of perception.

I was on Murder She Wrote with Angela Lansbury. She was fantastic... she was lovely to everyone, she was always on time, prepared.

Come morning I found the day as I have found every other day--without relief or explanation.

I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn.

You treat me like a dog and you expect me to smile? You remind me of a jackass.