During times of war, hatred becomes quite respectable even though it has to masquerade often under the guise of patriotism.
Follow the grain in your own wood...
If a man knows precisely what he can do to you or what epithet he can hurl against you in order to make you lose your temper, your equilibrium, then he can always keep you under subjection.
The measure of a man’s estimate of your strength is the kind of weapons he feels that he must use in order to hold you fast in a prescribed place.
Commitment means that it is possible for a man to yield the nerve center of his consent to a purpose or cause, a movement or an ideal, which may be more important to him than whether he lives or dies.
At the core of life is a hard purposefulness, a determination to live.
A bigot is a person who makes an idol of his commitments.
Christmas is waiting to be born: in you, in me, in all mankind.
There is something in every one of you that waits and listens for the sound of the genuine in yourself.
To love is to make of one’s heart a swinging door.
Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.
He who fears is literally delivered to destruction.
It cannot be denied that too often the weight of the Christian movement has been on the side of the strong and the powerful and against the weak and oppressed-this, despite the gospel.
Fate is the raw materials of experience. They come uninvited and often unanticipated. Destiny is what a man does with these raw materials.
Perfect love is long delayed.
Do not be silent; there is no limit to the power that may be released through you.
What I have written is but a fleeting intimation of the outside of what one man sees and may tell about the path he walks. No one shares the secret of a life; no one enters into the heart of the mystery.
Life wears down the edges of the mind.
Christmas is a mood, a quality, a symbol. It is never merely a fact.
Ask yourself what makes you come alive.
There were long stretches where each of us was engaged in a private world of rapidly shifting vignettes. Always I was overwhelmed by the sheer number of human beings ebbing and flowing like the tides of the sea.