A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

People with great gifts are easy to find, but symmetrical and balanced ones never.

Go ahead, just tear my heart right out of my chest.

...The purpose of man's life...is to become an abject zombie who serves a purpose he does not know, for reasons he is not to question.

We must face the recognition that what the early Christians saw in Jesus Christ, and what we must accept if we look at him rather than at our imaginations about him, was not a person characterized by universal benignity, loving God and loving man. His love of God and his love of neighbor are two distinct virtues that have no common quality but only a common source. Love of God is adoration of the only true good; it is gratitude to the bestower of all gifts; it is joy in holiness; it is "consent to Being." But the love of man is pitiful rather than adoring; it is giving and forgiving rather than grateful. It suffers for them in their viciousness and profaneness; it does not consent to accept them as they are, but calls them to repentance. The love of God is nonpossessive Eros; the love of man pure Agape; the love of God is passion; the love of man, compassion. There is duality here, but not of like-minded interest in two great values, God and man. It is rather the duality of the Son of Man and Son of God, who loves God as man should love Him, and loves man as only God can love, with powerful pity for those who are foundering.

And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

For the Egyptians shall help in vain, and to no purpose: therefore have I cried concerning this, Their strength is to sit still.

Responsibility walks hand in hand with capacity and power.

Conversation would be vastly improved by the constant use of four simple words: I do not know.

Sex should be friendly. Otherwise stick to mechanical toys; it's more sanitary.

Even a blind dog can find a bone every so often.

Through the black night and driving rain A ship is struggling, all in vain, To live upon the stormy main;-- Miserere Domine!

Commemoration of Martin Luther, Teacher, Reformer, 1546 Our Lord has written the promise of the resurrection, not in books alone but in every leaf in springtime.

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

The old pagans had to choose between a brilliant, jangling, irresponsible universe, alive with lawless powers, and the serene and ordered universe of God and law. We modern pagans have to choose between that divine order, and the grey, dead, irresponsible, chaotic universe of atheism. And the tragedy is that we may make that choice without knowing it -- not by clear conviction but by vague drifting, by losing interest in Him. A nominal deist will say: "Yes, of course there must be some sort of Force that created the galaxy. But it's childish to imagine that It has any personal relation to me!" In that belief atheism exists as an undiagnosed disease. The man who says, "One God," and does not care, is an atheist in his heart. The man who speaks of God and will not recognize him in the burning bush -- that man is an atheist, though he speak with the tongues of men or angels, and appear in his pew every Sunday, and make large contributions to the church.

The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be embalmed alive.

The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through choice of action.

Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

Happiness is not something you have in your hands; it is something you carry in you heart.

Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.