The cross is not the terrible end to an otherwise God-fearing and happy life, but it meets us at the beginning of our communion with Christ. When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.

Your life as a Christian should make non believers question their disbelief in God.

The person who’s in love with their vision of community will destroy community. But the person who loves the people around them will create community everywhere they go.

Being a Christan is less about cautiously avoiding sin than about courageously and actively doing God's will.

Silence in the face of evil is evil itself.

Judging others makes us blind, whereas love is illuminating. By judging others we blind ourselves to our own evil and to the grace which others are just as entitled to as we are.

We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God.

We are not to simply bandage the wounds of victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself.

Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.

The exclusion of the weak and insignificant, the seemingly useless people, from a Christian community may actually mean the exclusion of Christ; in the poor brother Christ is knocking at the door.

Christianity without discipleship is always Christianity without Christ.

The realization that my parents, too, felt pain and fear frightened me more than any strangers could.

You have to find what’s good and true and beautiful in your life as it is now. Looking back makes you competitive. And, age is not a competitive issue.

I happen to dig being able to use whatever mystique I have to further the idea of peace.

I don't want to do free jazz! Because free jazz - which is the musical equivalent of free marketeering - isn't actually free at all. It's just constrained by what your muscles can do.

God is represented as infinite, eternal, incomprehensible; he is contained under every predicate in non that the logic of ignorance could fabricate.

Yeah I grew up on the Westside of Detroit.

The victory of success is half won when one gains the habit of work.

Working anti-social shifts in a difficult environment is undoubtedly challenging. But even militant staff may privately concede that some of the working conditions they enjoy are unusually benign.

Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last; Nurses to their graves are gone, And the prams go rolling on.

Who alone suffers suffers most i' th' mind, Leaving free things and happy shows behind; But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip When grief hath mates, and bearing fellowship.