The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

When greed is enthroned, be it in a community or nation, ungodliness is celebrated at the altar of human pleasure.

When you dream of what you want to see, whether in your life, home, community or nation, you need to keep watching those dreams until they come to fulfillment.

Happiness is good, but well-overrated: what we hate most are the very motivators that put us in gear. A man drifts along with little to contribute until something agitates him enough to make a difference, whether for himself or for his communities.

The principles of godliness must be ensured to be received by all in the community, city and the nation, even by the young and old.

You can be in the vanguard of those that bring a change to the community and to the nation as a whole.

If you have committed all things to impacting a life at a time, or impacting a community or society, then welcome to a life of significance.

A person could waste an important part of his living if he refuses to come into significance; if he refuses to impact lives around, the family and in the community or in the society.

Do not harm your neighbour, who live trustfully near you.

Christ Jesus dwell in the hearts of a community of faith.

Rain does not fall on one roof alone.

Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my Utopia.

An ideal community is one that has a place for every human gift.

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

Mankind has become so much one family that we cannot insure our own prosperity except by insuring that of everyone else. If you wish to be happy yourself, you must resign yourself to seeing others also happy.

In the city one clings to nostalgic and unreal signs of community, takes forced refuge in codes, badges and coteries; the city's life, of surfaces and locomotion, usually seems too dangerous and demanding to live through with any confidence.

Life is lived in common, but not in community.

No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent.

When the head aches, all the members partake of the pain.

The life history of the individual is first and foremost an accommodation to the patterns and standards traditionally handed down in his community.