The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.
Being points beyond itself. Accustomed to think in terms of space, the expression “being points beyond itself” may be taken to denote a higher point in space. What is meant, however, is a higher category than being: the power of maintaining being.
Proximity to the crowd, to the majority view, spells the death of creativity. For a soul can create only when alone, and some are chosen for the flowering that takes place in the dark avenues of night.
To sing means to sense and to affirm that the spirit is real and that its glory is present.
Things, when magnified, are forgeries of happiness.
To become aware of the ineffable is to part company with words.
It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?
Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear-filling grandeur. Sometimes we wish our own heart would speak of that which made it heavy with wonder.
When we pray, we bring G-d into the world.
Man is a messenger who forgot the message.
Wise criticism always begins with self-criticism.
Prayer is not a stratagem for occasional use, a refuge to resort to now and then. It is rather like an established residence for the innermost self. All things have a home: the bird has a nest, the fox has a hole, the bee has a hive. A soul without prayer is a soul without a home.
The true meaning of existence is disclosed in moments of living in the presence of God.
The issue of prayer is not prayer; the issue of prayer is God.
You must build your life as if it were a work of art.
Prayer is our humble answer to the inconceivable surprise of living.
In the midst of our applauding the feats of civilization, the Bible flings itself like a knife slashing our complacency; remind us that God, too, has a voice in history.
The riches of the soul are stored up in its memory. this is the test of character, not whether a man follows the daily fashion, but whether the past is alive in his present.
Only those will apprehend religion who can probe its depth, who can combine intuition and love with the rigor of method.
The Sabbath is not for the sake of the weekdays; the weekdays are for the sake of Sabbath. It is not an interlude but the climax of living.