the truth is seldom found in extremes. Central truths can be revolutionary if put to work.

The tendency to turn human judgments into divine commands makes religion one of the most dangerous forces in the world.

Eternal life is personal existence in continuity with the present life, but transfigured.

One can be coerced to church, but not to worship.

The great danger is that in the confession of any collective sin, one shall confess the sins of others and forget our own.

... we all know how to pray better than we practice what we know!

Religion is the most widely debated and least agreed upon phenomenon of human history.

Prayer is the opening of the soul to God so that he can speak to us.

The perpetual danger which besets religion is that it may substitute gentility and aestheticism for prophetic insight and power.

To keep God at the center of one's life requires frequent renewal of power through prayer.

Prayer is essentially a process by which ideals are enabled to become operative in our lives. It may be more than this, but it is at least this.

The really good music, whether of the East or of the West, cannot be analyzed.

What does the divine sufferer (Jesus) demand from us? Only our faith, our love, our grateful praise, our consecrated hearts and lives. Is that too much to ask?

I feel like I just want to enjoy life and spend time with my daughter who is about to turn two, which is full-time job and the hardest job I've ever had in my life.

In the United States there is more space where nobody is than where anybody is. This is what makes American what it is.

When you are sad or in pain or sick or you witness any cremation then you actually learn the many truths of life.

Time is on your side when you own shares of superior companies.

A tea set is good for a newborn girl. It is a gift that instantly makes the room a girl's room.

The highest standards of conduct must be met by everyone in the NFL because it is a privilege to represent the NFL, not a right.

Victory to the spider. Patience wins the day. And today my patience ends. (Apollymi)

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.