you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

To be born is to start the journey towards death.

Man is; it matters to him; this is terrifying unless it matters to God, too, because this is the only possible reason we can matter to ourselves.

To pray is to listen, to move through my own chattering to God, to that place where I can be silent and listen to what God may have to say.

Sometimes when we have to speak suddenly we come closer to the truth than when we have time to think.

I can't think of one great human being in the arts, or in history generally, who conformed, who succeeded, as education experts tell us children must succeed, with his peer group.

Das Werk lobt den Meister. (German: The work proves the craftsman.)