...centre of the centre, the real heart of Christianity as it has been until now.

The supernatural birth of Christ, his miracles, his resurrection and ascension, remain eternal truths, whatever doubts may be cast on their reality as historical facts.

The world ultimately is what we say it is.

If God and man are in themselves one, and if religion is the human side of this unity then must this unity be made evident to man in religion, and become in him consciousness and reality.

The First Anchor in the moment of darkness The First hand in the path of love and brightnessThe Hand that held you strong to overcome fearsThe Hand that wiped away all your painful tears

I don't envy or much respect people who are completely politicised.

Leaders who lack passion cost everyone who follows.

You have to build up a credibility before the support comes to you.

The word capital, as philologists trace it, comes down to us from a time when wealth was estimated in cattle, and a man's income depended upon the number of head he could keep for their increase.

We are the choices we make.

And if wishes were horses, I’d have been run over in childhood.

Oh, that was a good time, when I was unhappy. [Fr., Oh c'etait le bon temps, j'etais bien malheureuse.]

I'm reading a manuscript by Rodney Jones, "Village Prodigies",it's one of the best contemporary poetry books I've ever read ever.

I don't dream at night, I dream at day, I dream all day; I'm dreaming for living.