Trust arises from the mind's instinctive feeling after fixed realities, after the substance of every shadow, the base of all appearance, the everlasting amid change.

The pinafore of the child will be more than a match for the frock of the bishop and the surplice of the priest.

The incarnation is true, not of Christ exclusively, but of Man universally, and God everlastingly.

Every man's highest, nameless though it be, is his 'living God'.

We are each of us responsible for the evil we may have prevented.

There is no human life so poor and small as not to hold many a divine possibility.

We should count time by heart-throbs.

The scepticism which men affect towards their higher inspirations is often not an honest doubt, but a guilty negligence, and is a sign of narrow mind and defective wisdom.

All that is noble in the world's past history, and especially the minds of the great and good, are, in like manner, never lost.

Grief is only the memory of widowed affections.

There is no room in the universe for the least contempt or pride; but only for a gentle and a reverent heart.

You want a shadow, you got to have light and something to get in its way.

We need to teach the next generation of children from day one that they are responsible for their lives.

Freedom to rock, freedom to talk. Freedom, raise your fist and yell.

There has, indeed, been very substantial progress in Iraq over the past year - violence is down by 80 percent, civilian deaths by about the same, and so on.

Certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion.

There is no doctrine of Christianity but what has been anticipated by the Vedas.

I know sociologically that words, the power of the word, words stigmatize people.

I was in the original cast of Wicked, and that got a bad review in The New York Times, and it’s the most successful thing that’s ever been put onstage.

Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')