I must find a truth that is true for me.

The self is a relation which relates itself to its own self, or it is that in the relation that the relation relates itself to its own self; the self is not the relation but that the relation relates itself to its own self.

It is modest of the nightingale not to require anyone to listen to it; but it is also proud of the nightingale not to care whether any one listens to it or not.

The God that can be named is not God.

This is all that I've known for certain, that God is love. Even if I have been mistaken on this or that point: God is nevertheless love.

Christ has not only spoken to us by his life but has also spoken for us by his death.

The absurd . . . the fact that with God all things are possible. The absurd is not one of the factors which can be discriminated within the proper compass of the understanding: it is not identical with the improbable, the unexpected, the unforeseen.