You know you have loved someone when you have glimpsed in them that which is too beautiful to die.

Contemporary thinkers would say that man is continuously transcending himself.

An individual is not distinct from his place. He is his place.

... freedom is a conquest, always partial, always precarious, always challenged. ... the freest person is the one with the most hope.

I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers.

A mystery is a problem that encroaches upon itself because the questioner becomes the object of the question. Getting to Mars is a problem. Falling in love is a mystery.

The dynamic element in my philosophy, taken as a whole, can be seen as an obstinate and untiring battle against the spirit of abstraction.