God changes appearances every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises. One moment he is a glass of fresh water, the next, your son bouncing on your knees or an enchanting woman, or perhaps merely a morning walk.

You do miracles if you concentrate your mind on one thing and one thing only.

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.

Ah, if you could dance all that you've just said, then I'd understand.

The ultimate, most holy form of theory is action.

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

Life's true face is the skull.