Feelings dwell in man; but man dwells in his love. That is no metaphor, but the actual truth. Love does not cling to the I in such a way as to have the Thou only for its " content," its object; but love is between I and Thou. The man who does not know this, with his very being know this, does not know love; even though he ascribes to it the feelings he lives through, experiences, enjoys, and expresses.

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

If a person kills a tree before its time, it is like having murdered a soul.-Rabbi Nachman

Nothing so tends to mask the face of God as religion; it can be a substitute for God himself.

But it can also happen, if will and grace are joined, that as I contemplate the tree I am drawn into a relation, and the tree ceases to be an It. . . . Does the tree then have consciousness, similar to our own? I have no experience of that. But thinking that you have brought this off in your own case, must you again divide the indivisible? What I encounter is neither the soul of a tree nor a dryad, but the tree itself.

Freedom and destiny are solemnly promised to one another and linked together in meaning.

Solitude is the place of purification.