“It is dangerous to take human freedom for granted, to regard it as a prerogative rather than as an obligation, as an ultimate fact rather than as an ultimate goal.”

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.

To be is to stand for.

Every little deed counts.

The problem to be faced is: how to combine loyalty to one’s own tradition with reverence for different traditions.

We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.

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.

I learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.

Almost no germ is unconditionally dangerous to man; its disease-producing ability depends upon the body’s resistance.

Only the paths that lead to nowhere, merely the storms that are violent, purely the dangerous forests make man a real man!

Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous

Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.

All delays are dangerous in war.

I am more and more convinced that man is a dangerous creature and that power, whether vested in many or a few, is ever grasping, and like the grave, cries, ‘Give, give.’