Inscrutably involved, we live in the currents of universal reciprocity.

The beating heart of the universe is holy joy.

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.

I think no human being can give more than this. Making life possible for the other, if only for a moment.

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

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

There is something that can be found in one place. It is a great treasure which may be called the fulfillment of existence. The place where this treasure can be found is the place where one stands