“God is either of no importance, or of supreme importance.”

Everything is phenomenal; everything is incredible; never treat life casually. To be spiritual is to be amazed.

There are few ideas in the world of thought which contain so much spiritual power as the idea of the Sabbath.

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.

There is no specialized art of prayer. All of life must be a training to pray. We pray the way we live.

Life goes wrong when the control of space, the acquisition of things of space, becomes our sole concern.

People of our time are losing the power of celebration. Instead of celebrating we seek to be amused or entertained.

The meaning of the Sabbath is to celebrate time rather than space. Six days a week we live under the tyranny of things of space; on the Sabbath we try to become attuned to holiness in time.

Those of faith who plant sacred thoughts in the uplands of time, the secret gardeners of the Lord in mankind’s desolate hopes, may slacken and tarry but rarely betray their vocation.

To be spiritual is to be amazed.

I am still so surprised! That is why I am against it. We must learn to be surprised.

The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

The essence of man is not what he is, but in what he is able to be.

Understanding God is not attained by calling into session all arguments for and against Him, in order to debate whether He is a reality or a figment of the mind.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious.

Morally speaking, there is no limit to the concern one must feel for the suffering of human beings, that indifference to evil is worse than evil itself, that in a free society, some are guilty, but all are responsible.

It is not a psychical quality, something that exists in the mind only, but a force from the beyond.

In the world of comedy, there’s this: “If it’s going badly, get off. If it’s going well, get off”. You can’t argue with that either.

Everyone reaches their point in time where either they die or they get sick of doing drugs.

There’s an element of that that’s either God-given, a talent that you’re not necessarily responsible for.

When you live in New York, one of two things happen – you either become a New Yorker, or you feel more like the place you came from.

In life you are either growing or rotting. You’re moving forward or backwards; there is no standing still.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either. Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.

The day I take either my body or my work for granted will be the day you hear that I’ve smashed every inch of myself to pieces.

I’m not who you think I am, I had said to T.J. the last time I’d seen him. Maybe I wasn’t who I’d thought I was either.