“We may not know whether our understanding is correct, or whether our sentiments are noble, but the air of the day surrounds us like spring which spreads over the land without our aid or notice.”

To sense the ultimate in the common and the simple, to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.

In a controversy, the instant we feel anger, we have already ceased striving for truth and have begun striving for ourselves.

The issue of prayer is not prayer; the issue of prayer is God.

Mankind will not perish for want of information; but only for want of appreciation.

To answer, to live in a way which is compatible with the grandeur and mystery of living.

We can all do our share to redeem the world in spite of all absurdities and all frustrations and all disappointments.

Mankind will not die for lack of information; it may perish for lack of appreciation.

When I see an act of evil I don’t accomodate, I don’t accomodate myself to the violence that goes on everywhere.

We do not step out of the world when we pray; we merely see the world in a different setting.

Is not self-sufficiency itself insufficient to explain self-sufficiency?

I would say about individuals, A Individual dies when they cease to to be surprised. I am surprised every morning when I see the sunshine again.

Wise criticism always begins with self-criticism.

To sing means to sense and to affirm that the spirit is real and that its glory is present.

When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.

Racism is man’s gravest threat to man – the maximum of hatred for a minimum of reason.

The Sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of Sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living.

In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.

Abraham Lincoln is resolute, honest, has the best interest of the nation at heart, and he’s as ugly as homemade Sunday sin, so he is modest, too. I’d vote for that in an undead heartbeat.

You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of these trees through the iron gate leading to someone’s yard and you knew that soon that section of Brooklyn would get to be a tenement district.

I’ve been asked often what is the difference between an amateur and a professional artist, and I will tell you.

I remember hearing the gospel in Sunday School and I talked to my Mom about it one night before bed. It was clear to me that I was a sinner and I was not going to heaven if I died without accepting Jesus Christ and what He did on the cross for me.

I read more widely. I made friends more widely. I wore more red. I stayed home on Sundays. I did things that were never in the realm of possible things to do before. That was a real desert experience for me.

We are not a club or a Sunday school class, but a school of the woods.

Sunday, January 27, 1884. — There was another story in the paper a week or so since.