Most of us have jobs that are too small for our spirits.

How come you don't work fourteen hours a day? Your great-great-grandparents did. How come you only work the eight-hour day? Four guys got hanged fighting for the eight-hour day for you.

People are hungry for stories. It's part of our very being. Storytelling is a form of history, of immortality too. It goes from one generation to another. -Studs Terkel

Perhaps it is this specter that most haunts working men and women: the planned obsolescence of people that is of a piece with the planned obsolescence of the things they make. Or sell.

I want people to talk to one another no matter what their difference of opinion might be.

We are living in the United States of Alzheimer's. A whole country has lost its memory. When it can't remember yesterday, a country forgets what it once wanted to be.

Hope never trickles down. It always springs up.

Ordinary people are capable of doing extraordinary things, and that's what it's all about. They must count.

I've always felt, in all my books, that there's a deep decency in the American people and a native intelligence - providing they have the facts, providing they have the information.

More and more we are into communications; and less and less into communication.

I want, of course, peace, grace, and beauty. How do you do that? You work for it.

It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed

Our vision of the heavenly realm...can sustain us through the most difficult of days and circumstances. It births hope amidst hardship and nurtures faith amidst opposition.

When we feel powerless in a hostile world we can at least practice quelling the enmity in our minds.

I'm not gonna shoot anyone with the pellet gun... Not unless I have to!

In reality art is always for everyone and for no one.

And in eternity, faith is the only currency that counts.

At a recent education summit, President Obama admitted that he can't rap. When they heard, Americans said, 'Good!'

Most executives I know are so action-oriented, or action-addicted, that time for reflection is the first casualty of their success.

Every time I had a vision of myself lying dead somewhere, it was up there, in the Highlands.

The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.