“It is a great comfort to a rambling people to know that somewhere there is a permanent home–perhaps it is the most final of the comforts they ever really know.”

It is defeat that lives on and takes the years to smother.

We know of the poverty about us, of the work and worry, but we know of a degree of freedom, of a stunted beauty.

We have warm open days and sunshine in Carolina. Much is denied us. But we have, we have. And an attitude is more powerful than any circumstance.

We have been told to ask about everything: Will it leave us free?

It was not the goal that really concerned us, the journey was the thing. Who ever reaches any goal? From what journey can we return?

Fragrance is a bit of a selfish gift because it’s comforting when you’re near someone and you recognize their smell.

The tragedy of human history is decreasing happiness in the midst of increasing comforts.

We all know the sense of comfort of which we are conscious when a good half of the floor space in a room is unencumbered; this seems to offer us the agreeable possibility of moving about freely.

As a Christian, you forgive, and you feed the hungry and clothe the naked, and you visit the sick and comfort the lonely.

If we choose, we can live in a world of comforting illusion.

We are easily comforted for the misfortunes of our friends, when those misfortunes give us an occasion of expressing our affection and solicitude.

Money is for food and clothes and comfort, and a visit to the pictures.

Real leaders ask hard questions and knock people out of their comfort zones and then manage the resulting distress.