The ink of the scholar is more sacred than the blood of the martyr.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you,
none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul.
The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards the religion of solitude
The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.
The most superior amongst the colors in the universe is the colour of Devotion.
God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.
I defy anyone to imagine an environment more exquisitely designed to provide us with opportunities for spiritual growth than this life of ours.
Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday.
Religion is about turning untested belief into unshakable truth through the power of institutions and the passage of time.
I have been all things unholy. If God can work through me, He can work through anyone.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.
Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.
An almost forgotten truth, even among some practising Christians, is that it's never the physical world, but only the spirit of the world that is evil. Therefore the soul must detach itself from the spirit of the world.
Whoever loves to meet God, God loves to meet him.
Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.
A man's greatness is to be measured by his capacity for communion with others.
Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.
I, for one, thoroughly believe that no power in the universe can withhold from anyone anything they really deserve.
It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?
Do not abandon yourselves to despair. We are the Easter people and hallelujah is our song.