the highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!

My entire soul is a cry, and all my work is a commentary on that cry.

Yes, there is weeping, even in heaven, but it is for those who are still crawling on the earth.

God is action, complete with mistakes, fumblings, persistence, agony. God is not the power that has found eternal equilibrium, but the power that is forever breaking every equilibrium, forever searching for a higher one.

What a strange machine man is! You fill him with bread, wine, fish, and radishes, and out comes sighs, laughter, and dreams.

I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love - nothing else.

A person needs a little madness, or else they never dare cut the rope and be free.