Aspiration is the desire of the moth for the star.

Aspiration is that without which one may still exist but one ceases to live.

Aspiration is paradoxically alienated from gratitude. Namely, we do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true because, somewhat paradoxically, by making them come true, they become ruined as dreams.

Aspiration is a combination of our dreams and our reason. Our dreams tell us what to do... our reason tells us how to do it.

Belief is itself the true God-announcing miracle.

Belief is to be rejected: no one opinion is any more probable or likely than another.

Belief is a kind of trap, because if you belief something you are forever precluded from believing its opposite.

Belief is custom — many convictions are family hand-me-downs.

Community is gathering around a fire and listening to someone tell a story.

Community is, as the very heart of civilization, the mutually cooperative and voluntary venture of man to assume a semblance of responsibility for his brother.

Community is grounded in this idea — It is your concern when the wall next door is on fire.

Community is grounded in dialogue — it comes as a result of folks talking 'to' one another instead of 'about'.

Custom is a tyrant.

Custom is king over all.

Custom is powerful — there is no way to erase the unwritten law.

Custom is the plague of wise men, and the idol of fools