If my tongue were trained to measures, I would sing a stirring song.

Nothing truly real is forgotten eternally, because everything real comes from eternity and goes to eternity.

Every person, every place and every action is qualified by this association with the unconditional; it penetrates every moment of daily life and sanctifies it: "The Universe is God's sanctuary. Every work day is a day of the Lord, every supper is a Lord's supper, every work a fulfillment of the divine task, every joy a joy in God. In all preliminary concerns, ultimate concern is present, consecrating them."

Forgiving presupposes remembering. And it creates a forgetting not in the natural way we forget yesterday's weather, but in the way of the great "in spite of" that says: I forget although I remember. Without this kind of forgetting no human relationship can endure healthily. I don't refer to a solemn act of asking for and offering forgiveness. Such rituals as sometimes occur between parents and children, or friends, or man and wife, are often acts of moral arrogance on the one part and enforced humiliation on the other. But I speak of the lasting willingness to accept him who has hurt us.

Morality [or ethics] is not a subject; it is a life put to the test in dozens of moments.

Man and nature belong together in their created glory – in their tragedy and in their salvation.

Man is asked to make of himself what he is supposed to become to fulfill his destiny.