If my tongue were trained to measures, I would sing a stirring song.
I hope for the day when everyone can speak again of God without embarrassment.
Faith embraces itself and the doubt about itself.
The vitality that can stand the abyss of meaninglessness is aware of a hidden meaning within the destruction of meaning.
Man and nature belong together in their created glory – in their tragedy and in their salvation.
Cynically speaking, one could say that it is true to life to be cynical about it.