The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.

Planetary democracy does not yet exist but our global civilization is already preparing a place for it. It is the very Earth we inhabit linked with Heaven above us. Only in this setting can the mutuality and the commonality of the human race be newly created with reverence and gratitude for that which transcends each of us and all of us together.

Nothing is more powerful than individuals acting out of their own conscience.

We live in the postmodern world, where everything is possible and almost nothing is certain.

Man is in fact nailed down - like Christ on the Cross - to a grid of paradoxes. He balances between the torment of not knowing his mission and the joy of carrying it out, between nothingness and meaningfulness. And like Christ, he is in fact victorious by virtue of his defeats.

Drama assumes an order. If only so that it might have - by disrupting that order - a way of surprising.

The only lost cause is one we give up on before we enter the struggle.