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

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

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.

We must first peer into the darkness, feel strangled and entombed in the hopelessness of living without God, before we are ready to feel the presence of His living light.

We can never sneer at the stars, mock the dawn, or scoff at the totality of being.

The degree to which one is sensitive to other people's suffering, to other (people's) humanity, is the index of one's own humanity

Wonder rather than doubt is the root of all knowledge.