The angels laugh at old Karl. They laugh at him because he tries to grasp the truth about God in a book of Dogmatics. They laugh at the fact that volume follows volume, and each is thicker than the previous ones. As they laugh, they say to one another, ‘Look! Here he comes now with his little pushcart full of volumes of the Dogmatics!’—and they laugh about the persons who write so much about Karl Barth instead of writing about the things he is trying to write about. Truly, the angels laugh.

Faith in God's revelation has nothing to do with an ideology which glorifies the status quo.

This much is certain, that we have no theological right to set any sort of limits to the loving-kindness of God which has appeared in Jesus Christ. Our theological duty is to see and understand it as being still greater than we had seen before.

God listens to Bach while the angels listen to Mozart.

Grace and gratitude go together like heaven and earth.

Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so?

Mozart creates music from a mysterious center, and so knows the limits to the right and the left, above and below. He maintains moderation.