I'll be at Lambeth telling my story

Sometimes there are things worth risking your life for. It was Jesus who said if you want to save your life, you have to lose it.

I think there's a terrible price to be paid when your exterior life is not an honest reflection of your interior life.

I think people often come to the synagogue, mosque, the church looking for God, and what we give them is religion.

We love to talk about justice. It's the doing of justice that's hard...I believe it is work we are called to do

The bees learn where they live by landmarks. If they're moved within their home range, they get confused.

Only God is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow. The Church has always been changing.

I will always speak out when someone says that a principle or a rule or a tradition trumps people.

When you claim to have the truth, as opposed to the truth as you perceive it, then you move us toward a theocratic view of government.

Left to our own devices and passions, we human beings have a hard time seeing beyond what is immediately in front of us.

Historically speaking, institutions are slow to change and usually resistant to any sudden moves - churches especially so.

It isn't all over

The curse of true love never did run smooth.

I do not like the phrase: Never cross a bridge till you come to it. The world is owned by men who cross bridges on their imaginations miles and miles in advance of the procession.

But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

That walls should fall is the consequence of blowing your own trumpet.

I should venture to assert that the most pervasive fallacy of philosophic thinking goes back to neglect of context.

There's so many different worlds.

And I kind of said to myself if I get my voice back I'm not going to take back the old anxiety about it and just focus on the limitations. I'm really going to enjoy it.

And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that’s harmless, isn’t it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it’s just a word.

If you decide to do Hamlet in a funny hat staged in a ruined factory, it doesn't make you Shakespeare.