To pray is to dream in league with God, to envision His holy visions.
Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.
Never once in my life did I ask God for success or wisdom or power or fame. I asked for wonder, and he gave it to me.
The idea of dependence is an explanation, whereas self-sufficiency is an unprecedented, nonanalogous concept in terms of what we know about life within nature. Is not self-sufficiency itself insufficient to explain self-sufficiency?
Awareness of the divine begins with wonder.
The course of life is unpredictable no one can write his autobiography in advance.
The essence of man is not what he is, but in what he is able to be.
There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious. Judaism teaches us to be attached to holiness in time; to learn how to consecrate sanctuaries that emerge from the magnificent stream of a year.
The task of life is to face sacred moments.
In prayer we shift the center of living from self-consciousness to self-surrender.
Faith opens our hearts for the entrance of the holy. It is almost as though God were thinking for us.
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.