Words are as strong and powerful as bombs, as napalm.
Love casts out fear, but we have to get over the fear in order to get close enough to love them.
Knitting is very conducive to thought. It is nice to knit a while, put down the needles, write a while, then take up the sock again.
Food for the body is not enough. There must be food for the soul.
We cannot build up the idea of the apostolate of the laity without the foundation of the liturgy.
We are the nation the most powerful, the most armed and we are supplying arms and money to the rest of the world where we are not ourselves fighting. We are eating while there is famine in the world.
The legal battle against segregation is won, but the community battle goes on.
I have long since come to believe that people never mean half of what they say, and that it is best to disregard their talk and judge only their actions.
I believe that we must reach our brother, never toning down our fundamental oppositions, but meeting him when he asks to be met, with a reason for the faith that is in us, as well as with a loving sympathy for them as brothers.
Don’t call me a saint. I don’t want to be dismissed so easily.