God loves and defends those with the least economic and social power, and so should we.

When I marched with Martin Luther King in Selma, I felt my legs were praying.

Prayer in action is love, love in action is service.

I offered up a special prayer, a prayer which came with tears and anguish, that some way would open up for me to use what talents I possessed for my fellow workers, for the poor.

Prayer makes your heart bigger, until it is capable of containing the gift of God himself. Prayer begets faith, faith begets love, and love begets service on behalf of the poor.

I join the March for Life in Washington with my prayers. May God help us respect all life, especially the most vulnerable.

Small service is true service while it lasts:Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

That best portion of a good man's life,His little, nameless, unremembered actsOf kindness and of love.

If you think about what you ought to do for other people, your character will take care of itself.

No thoughtful man ever came to the end of his life, and had time and a little space of calm from which to look back upon it, who did not know and acknowledge that it was what he had done unselfishly and for others, and nothing else, that satisfied him in the retrospect, and made him feel that he had played the man.

The greatest gift you can open is your arms to someone in need.

Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.