There is no love which does not become help.
Forgiving presupposes remembering.
Cruelty towards others is always also cruelty towards ourselves.
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.
I hope for the day when everyone can speak again of God without embarrassment.
We are known in a depth of darkness through which we ourselves do not even dare to look. And at the same time, we are seen in a height of a fullness which surpasses our highest vision.