Few are guilty, but all are responsible.

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart. Audacious longing, burning songs, daring thoughts, an impulse overwhelming the heart, usurping the mind--these are all a drive towards serving Him who rings our hearts like a bell. It is as if He were waiting to enter our empty, perishing lives.

Normal consciousness is a state of stupor, in which the sensibility to the wholly real and responsiveness to the stimuli of the spirit are reduced. The mystics, knowing that man is involved in a hidden history of the cosmos, endeavor to awake from the drowsiness and apathy and to regain the state of wakefulness for their enchanted souls.

The problem to be faced is: how to combine loyalty to one's own tradition with reverence for different traditions.

Celebration is a confrontation, giving attention to the transcendent meaning of one's actions.

Our concern is not how to worship in the catacombs but how to remain human in the skyscrapers.

Then comes the insight that All is God. One still realizes that the world is as it was, but it does not matter, it does not affect one's faith.