Compassion Is Not A Popular Virtue

He Was Decisive And Wholehearted In Everything He Did, So Intent On The Task At Hand That He Never Looked Over His Shoulder, Even If His Cloak Got Caught In A Thorny Bush. When He Did Turn To Speak To Somebody, He Used To Swing His Entire Body And Address Him Full Face. When He Shook Hands, He Was Never The First To Withdraw His Own. He Inspired Such Confidence That He Was Known As Al-amin, The Reliable One.

I Used To Hate Religion, I Loathed It In My Angry Days.

I Had Tried, As I Thought As A Nun, To Open Myself To God And God Seemed Totally Uninterested In Me. The Heavens Remained Closed And Opaque. I Now Realize, Of Course, That I Had A Very, Very Inadequate Idea Of God. I Was Expecting Clouds To Part, A Little Sort Of Whisper In My Ear, And Of Course, That's Not What God Is. God Is Not Another Being; We Are Talking About Something Much More Profound.

You Put Yourself In The Receptive Frame Of Mind With Which We Approach Music Or Poetry, Which You Can Measure The Difference On A Neurological Scanner.

Compassion Is Not An Option. It's The Key To Our Survival.