Time is the product of changing realities, beings, existences.

Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

Every moral act of love, of mercy, and of sacrifice brings to pass the end of the world where hatred, cruelty, and selfishness reign supreme.

Perhaps the saddest thing to admit is that those who rejected the Cross have to carry it, while those who welcomed it are so often engaged in crucifying others.

The creation of the world is not only a process which moves from God to humanity. God demands newness from humanity; God awaits the works of human freedom.

The enslaving of the other is also the enslaving of the self.

Utopias now appear much more realizable than one used to think. We are now faced with a different new worry: How to prevent their realization.

The meaning of conservatism is not that it impedes movement forward and upward, but that it impedes movement backwards and downwards—to chaotic darkness and the return to a primitive state.

Freedom is the power to create out of nothing, the power of the spirit to create out of itself.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

The overwhelming majority of people, including Christians, are materialists. They do not believe in the power of spirit. They believe only in material power.

The journey may be more important than the destination.

Sometimes it's easier to understand things than it is to figure them out

I used to take on trust a man's deeds after having listened to his words. Now having listened to a man's words I go on to observe his deeds.

Every poll about the Left, the Right, and happiness reveals that the farther left one goes, the less happy the person is likely to be.

Work is my recreation, The play of faculty; a delight like that Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish In darting through the water,--Nothing more.

I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well—but never quite perfectly, you know?

Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.

Men of quality are in the wrong to undervalue, as they often do, the practise of a fair and quick hand in writing; for it is no immaterial accomplishment.

What we call music is what reminds us of ourselves. And sometimes electronic music helps lead the imagination to a space that seems outside of ourselves. But it never really is.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?