Love is the infinite which is given to the finite.

Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness.

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.

Accept the fact that you are accepted, despite the fact that you are unacceptable.

Mystical identification transcends the aristocratic virtue of courageous self-sacrifice. It is self- surrender in a higher, more complete, and more complete and more radical form. It is the perfect form of self-affirmation.

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.

One cannot be strong without love. For love is not an irrelevant emotion; it is the blood of life.