Irony limits, finitizes, and circumscribes and thereby yields truth, actuality, content; it disciplines and punishes and thereby yields balance and consistency.

God is present in the moment of choice, not in order to watch but in order to be chosen. Therefore, each person must choose. Terrible is the battle, in a person's innermost being, between God and the world. The crowning risk involved lies in the possession of choice.

I am convinced that God is love, this thought has for me a primitive lyrical validity. When it is present to me, I am unspeakably blissful, when it is absent, I long for it more vehemently than does the lover for his object.

With respect to physical existence, one needs little, and to the degree that one needs less, the more perfect one is.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?

Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.

If you want to be loathsome to God, just run with the herd.