Truth is the silliest thing under the sun. Try to get a living by the Truth and go to the Soup Societies. Heavens! Let any clergyman try to preach the Truth from its very stronghold the pulpit and they would ride him out of his church on his own pulpit bannister.
To be a writer does not mean to preach a truth it means to discover a truth.
I think there ought to be a club in which preachers and journalists could come together and have the sentimentalism of the one matched with the cynicism of the other. That ought to bring them pretty close to the truth.
I preach there are all kinds of truth your truth and somebody else's. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there's no truth.
O my brethren my heart is enlarge towards you. I trust I feel something of that hidden but powerful presence of Christ whilst I am preaching to you.
I'm not comfortable being preachy but more people need to start spending as much time in the library as they do on the basketball court.
My father's a preacher my mother's a teacher thus I rhyme.
Society can overlook murder adultery or swindling it never forgives preaching of a new gospel.
My role in society or any artist's or poet's role is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher not as a leader but as a reflection of us all.
I'm an atheist but I'm very relaxed about it. I don't preach my atheism but I have a huge amount of respect for people like Richard Dawkins who do.
When asked if I consider myself Buddhist the answer is Not really. But it's more my religion than any other because I was brought up with it in an intellectual and spiritual environment. I don't practice or preach it however.
Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words.
Flipping the dial through available radio stations there will blare out to any listener an array of broadcasts 24/7 propagating Religious Right politics along with what they deem to be 'old-time gospel preaching.' This is especially true of what comes over the airwaves in Bible Belt southern states.
Poetry had far better imply things than preach them directly... in the open pulpit her voice grows hoarse and fails.
On Memorial Day I don't want to only remember the combatants. There were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets who started preaching peace men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.
With the help of dedicated Americans from our party every party and no party at all I intend to mount that stairway to preach peace for our nation and world.
He preacheth patience that never knew pain.