Jesus saw a man use his hand to cup water from a stream and Jesus threw away his cup. Jesus saw a woman comb her hair with her fingers and Jesus threw away his last possession: his comb. from The Islamic Jesus.

No modest man ever did or ever will make a fortune.

The humblest citizen of all the land when clad in the armor of a righteous cause, is stronger than all the hosts of Error.

A picture is a poem without words.

When one begins to live by habit and by quotation, one has begun to stop living.

The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius.

If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other. -Mother Teresa.

You can't always wait for the guys at the top. Every manager at every level in the organization has an opportunity, big or small, to do something. Every manager's got some sphere of autonomy. Don't pass the buck up the line.

What power had I before I learned to yield? Shatter me Great Wind! I shall possess the field! Richard Wilbur a stanza from his poem To A Milkweed.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.

I am a fool, I know it; and yet, Heaven help me, I'm poor enough to be a wit.

If there is anything good about nobility it is that it enforces the necessity of avoiding degeneracy.

Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.

Judge not a man by his clothes, but by his wife's clothes.

I have a great belief in the fact that whenever there is chaos, it creates wonderful thinking. I consider chaos a gift.

I would if I could.

You can shoot the tiger, or stay out of his way, but you cannot pronounce him a vegetarian.

Feast of Leo the Great, Bishop of Rome, 461 How wonderful it is -- is it not? -- that literally only Christianity has taught us the true place and function of suffering. The Stoics tried the hopeless little game of denying its objective reality, or of declaring it a good in itself (which it never is); and the Pessimists attempted to revel in it, as a food to their melancholy, and as something that can no more be transformed than it can be avoided or explained. But Christ came, and He did not really explain it; He did far more: He met it, willed it, transformed it; and He taught us to do all this -- or, rather, He Himself does it within us, if we do not hinder the all-healing hands.

Among our own people also the church sorely needs clergy in close touch with the ordinary life of the laity, living the life of ordinary men, sharing their difficulties and understanding their trials by close personal experience. Stipendiary clergy cut off by training and life from that common experience are constantly struggling to get close to the laity by wearing lay clothing, sharing in lay amusements, and organizing lay clubs; but they never quite succeed. To get close to men, it is necessary really to share their experience, and to share their experience is to share it by being in it, not merely to come as near to it as possible without being in it.

The deeper the waters are, the more still they run.