O God, my God, the night has values that the day never dreamed of.

We live on the brink of disaster because we do not know how to let life alone. We do not respect the living and fruitful contradictions and paradoxes of which true life is full.

We must slow down to a human tempo and we’ll begin to have time to listen.

The sacred attitude is, then, one of deep and fundamental respect for the real in whatever new form it may present itself.

Our thought should not merely be an answer to what someone else has just said. Or what someone else might have said. Our interior world must be more than an echo of the words of someone else. There is no point in being a moon to somebody else's sun, still less is there any justification for our being moons of one another, and hence darkness to one another, not one of us being a true sun.

It might be good to open our eyes and see.

It is true that we are called to create a better world. But we are first of all called to a more immediate and exalted task: that of creating our own lives.