Thinking about death... produces love for life. When we are familiar with death, we accept each week, each day, as a gift. Only if we are able thus to accept life bit by bit does it become precious.

Bach is thus a terminal point. Nothing comes from him; everything merely leads to him.

Profound love demands a deep conception and out of this develops reverence for the mystery of life. It brings us close to all beings, to the poorest and smallest as well as all others.

In the hopes of reaching the moon men fail to see the flowers that blossom at their feet.

Help me to fling my life like a flaming firebrand into the gathering darkness of the world.

The interior joy we feel when we have done a good deed is the nourishment the soul requires.

The highest knowledge is to know that we are surrounded by mystery. Neither knowledge nor hope for the future can be the pivot of our life or determine its direction. It is intended to be solely determined by our allowing ourselves to be gripped by the ethical God, who reveals Himself in us, and by our yielding our will to His.