I beg you be persuaded that no one would be more zealous than myself to establish effectual barriers against the horrors of spiritual tyranny, and every species of religious persecution.

Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures.

Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.

Religious persecution may shield itself under the guise of a mistaken and over-zealous piety.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

Zeal is a volcano, the peak of which the grass of indecisiveness does not grow.

There are no constraints on the human mind, no walls around the human spirit, no barriers to our progress except those we ourselves erect.

A policy is a temporary creed liable to be changed, but while it holds good it has got to be pursued with apostolic zeal.

Never let your zeal outrun your charity. The former is but human, the latter is divine.

Refuse to be a lazy Christian, and resist a passive, apathetic attitude.

Life is relationship, living is relationship. We cannot live if you and I have built a wall around ourselves and just peep over that wall occasionally. Unconsciously, deeply, under the wall, we are related.

The barriers are not erected which can say to aspiring talents and industry, ‚Thus far and no farther.‘

Information is the oxygen of the modern age. It seeps through the walls topped by barbed wire, it wafts across the electrified borders.