The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.

To begin with oneself but not to end with onself. To start from oneself but not to aim at oneself.

Everyone has in him something precious that is in no one else.

As long as the firmament of the You is spread over me, the tempests of causality cower at my heels, and whirl of doom congeals.

In spite of all similarities, every living situation has, like a newborn child, a new face, that has never been before and will never come again. It demands of you a reaction that cannot be prepared beforehand. It demands nothing of what is past. It demands presence, responsibility; it demands you.

God is the "mysterium tremendum," that appears and overthrows, but he is also the mystery of the self-evident, nearer to me than my I.

We can be redeemed only to the extent to which we see ourselves.