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.

Play is the exultation of the possible.

An animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.

God cannot be seen, but He can listened to and spoken to!

God dwells wherever man lets Him in.

Creation is not a hurdle on the road to God, it is the road itself.

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware.