We can all do our share to redeem the world in spite of all absurdities and all frustrations and all disappointments.

to become aware of the ineffable is to part company with words...the tangent to the curve of human experience lies beyond the limits of language. the world of things we perceive is but a veil. It’s flutter is music, its ornament science, but what it conceals is inscrutable. It’s silence remains unbroken; no words can carry it away. Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear--filling grandeur. Sometimes we wish our own heart would speak of that which made it heavy with wonder.

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

It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?

The test of love is in how one relates not to saints and scholars but to rascals.

There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord. Life goes wrong when the control of space, the acquisition of things of space, becomes our sole concern.

The Sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of Sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living.