The beating heart of the universe is holy joy.

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.

Everything depends on inner change; when this has taken place, then, and only then does the world change.

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.

All actual life is encounter.

No limits are set to the ascent of man, and to each and everyone the highest stands open. Here it is only your personal choice that decides.

When people come to you for help, do not turn them off with pious words, saying, 'Have faith and take your troubles to God.' Act instead as though there were no God, as though there were only one person in the world who could help -- only yourself.