Pastoral Resources

Think of the earth as a living organism that is being attacked by billions of bacteria whose numbers double every forty years. Either the host dies, or the virus dies, or both die.

Don't you know, priests, why our sermons do not touch the people's heart? Because we do not preach to the eyes, only to the ears.

The study of social progress is today not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.

It's the biggest party in the world, and you have to keep the whole thing percolating, which is difficult because a lot of awards most people don't care about.

Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.

I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.

Perhaps the thing that makes humans truly unique on Earth is that we are never satisfied with our situation; maybe that is what's taken us so far.

Humans may be the only creatures on Earth who spend significant time thinking about the fact that someday their lives will end.

I argue in this paper that we are on the edge of change comparable to the rise of human life on Earth.

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?

Is it possible that I am not alone in believing that in the dispute between Galileo and the Church, the Church was right and the centre of man's universe is the earth?

The ear is the avenue to the heart.

The mouth obeys poorly when the heart murmurs.

Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.

Superstition is to religion what astrology is to astronomy the mad daughter of a wise mother. These daughters have too long dominated the earth.

Opinion has caused more trouble on this little earth than plagues or earthquakes.

We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap.

I tell you, we are here on Earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.