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

Knowledge of that which concerns us infinitely is possible only in an attitude of infinite concern.

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.

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.

Spirit is the presence of what concerns us ultimately, the ground of our being and meaning.

The name of this infinite and inexhaustible depth and ground of all being is God.

Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.