All things and all people, so to speak, call on us with small or loud voices. They want us to listen. They want us to understand their intrinsic claims, their justice of being. But we can give it to them only through the love that listens.

In the depth of the anxiety of having to die is the anxiety of being eternally forgotten.

But freedom is the possibility of a total and centered act of the personality, an act in which all the drives and influences which constitute the destiny of man are brought into the centered unity of a decision.

Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.

Decision is a risk rooted in the courage of being free.

Courage is a greater virtue than love. At best, it takes courage to love.

Cruelty towards others is always also cruelty towards ourselves.