Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.
In the depth of the anxiety of having to die is the anxiety of being eternally forgotten.
Man is asked to make of himself what he is supposed to become to fulfill his destiny.
Boredom is rage spread thin.
Theology moves back and forth between two poles, the eternal truth of its foundations and the temporal situation in which the eternal truth must be received.
Forgiving presupposes remembering.