Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

I cannot persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with the express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.

The thing the sixties did was to show us the possibilities and the responsibility that we all had. It wasn't the answer. It just gave us a glimpse of the possibility.

You are the salt of the earth; but if the salt loses its flavor, how shall it be seasoned? It is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.

Blessed are the peacemakers for they shall be the sons of God.

You cannot believe in God until you believe in yourself.

It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven

I find distasteful the traditional idea of Christianity which preaches the resurrection of the body. Frankly, I see my body as more of a limitation than a virtue, and I will be glad to be free of it rather than having to continue to cart it around. I prefer to believe that souls can exist independently from bodies.

My idea of heaven is a place where the Tyne meets the Delta, where folk music meets the blues.

Faith and Reason are like two wings of the human spirit by which is soars to the truth

I'm not into organized religion. I'm into believing in a higher source of creation, realizing we're all just part of nature.

A man's greatness is to be measured by his capacity for communion with others.

Everyone who has ever built anywhere a 'new heaven' first found the power thereto in his own hell.

Christians have burned each other, quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.

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.

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where these is hatred, let me sow love.

God is cruel. Sometimes he makes you live.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

How can the heart travel to God, when it is chained by its desires?

You don't look out there for God, something in the sky, you look in you.