“Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.”

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another

They both have a tendency to blur the lines of what we call norms, or established reality.

With something closer to love in its most empowering and healing sense.

Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence

And to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.

And a hunger for meaning beyond the flavors that enter and exit the physical body. A person might even be described as a self-contained multiverse.

A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.

Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion – cools your fears with peace.

It’s not enough to attend church and pray every Sunday; you have to act.

Perils as well as privileges attend the higher Christian life. The nearer we come to God, the thicker the hosts of darkness in heavenly places. Aggressive Christianity is the world’s greatest need.

My first introduction to South Africa’s struggle for freedom came when I was just 17. I had volunteered to speak in my mother’s stead at a United Nations forum on South Africa because she was unable to attend on that occasion.

If you have so much business to attend to that you have no time to pray, depend upon it that you have more business on hand than God ever intended you should have.

I couldn’t have attended half the parties that I was supposed to have been to according to the newspapers. It bothers me.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.

I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.