If one of us could ascend to the heavenly realm and for a few hours accompany the divine on His daily rounds, he would see below millions of his fellow humans busily hurling themselves into the passions, sports, and action of those around him. But if our observer had the power and omniscience of the Lord, he would also feel and sense, pulsing through and vibrating from every one of us here below, a desperate and unending plea, "Notice me! I want to be known admired, and loved by the whole world!" And it is this, this glorious weakness, this dependence of ours on each other, that makes some of us usually heroes and fools at the same time.
It is one of the beautiful compensations of this life that no one can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
It's all happening too fast. I've got to put the brakes on or I'll smack into something.
Flow with whatever is happening and let your mind be free. Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
Being in therapy is great. I spend an hour just talking about myself. It's kinda like being the guy on a date.
You people are telling me what you think I want to know. I want to know what is actually happening.
It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a greater thing.
True penitence condemns to silence. What a man is ready to recall he would be willing to repeat.
Treat others as thou wouldn't be treated. What thou likest not for thyself, dispense not to others.
Should our moral beliefs really prove to be dependent on factual assumptions shown to be incorrect, it would be hardly moral to defend them by refusing to acknowledge the facts.
The biblical account of Noah's Ark and the Flood is perhaps the most implausible story for fundamentalists to defend. Where, for example, while loading his ark, did Noah find penguins and polar bears in Palestine?
Life is a tightrope with God at the end. If we walk with our eyes down, looking at what is happening right now in our lives, we are likely to waver and fall. However, if we focus at the end of the rope, where God and Heaven await us, we can see past all of the petty troubles this present life and walk more steadily. We may sometimes still stumble, but if we get back up and train our eyes on God once again, He will guide us to the end.
The inspiration of the Bible depends upon the ignorance of the gentleman who reads it.
The object of opening the mind as of opening the mouth is to close it again on something solid.
When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said "Let us pray." We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.
Repentance may be old-fashioned, but it is not outdated so long as there is sin.
Pray as if everything depended on God, and work as if everything depended upon man.
It is wonderful how much time good people spend fighting the devil. If they would only expend the same amount of energy loving their fellow men, the devil would die in his own tracks of ennui.
The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance...logic can be happily tossed out the window.
A Sunday school is a prison in which children do penance for the evil conscience of their parents.
Remorse is as the heart in which it grows; If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance; but if proud and gloomy, It is the poison tree, that pierced to the inmost, Weeps only tears of poison.
Whoever . . . prefers the service of princes before his duty to his Creator, will be sure, early or late, to repent in vain.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent!
I do not buy repentance at so heavy a cost as a thousand drachmae.
Who after his transgression doth repent, Is halfe, or altogether, innocent.