. . . that great lover of peace, a man of giant stature who moulded, as few other men have done, the destinies of his age.
Faith must trample under foot all reason, sense, and understanding.
Show me where a man spends his time & money, and I'll show you his god.
It's not what I don't know that bothers me - it's what I do know and don't do!
But know that to serve God is nothing else than to serve your neighbor and do good to him in love, be it a child, wife, servant, enemy, friend. . . . If you do not find yourself among the needy and the poor, where the Gospel shows us Christ, then you may know that your faith is not right, and that you have not yet tasted of Christ's benevolence and work for you.
Now the church is not wood and stone, but the company of people who believe in Christ.
Pray, and let God worry.
A thousand restaurants close every month. They re-open, and that's good for America. Nobody's rescuing them. They employ people, too. If we let them go bankrupt, the factories don't go away, the creative people don't go away. They get employed more productively by others.
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
We have revolutionary thought whenever the feeling "life is a dream" becomes geared to an impulse to awaken from it.
I'm glad there are a lot of guitar players pursuing technique as diligently as they possibly can, because it leaves this whole other area open to people like me.