When I meet a man, I am not concerned about his opinions. I am concerned about the man.
We should stake our whole existence on our willingness to explore and experience.
So long as you “have” yourself, have yourself as an object, your experience of man is only as of a thing among things.
The salvation of man does not lie in his holding himself far removed from the worldly, but in consecrating it to holy, to divine meaning.
We can be redeemed only to the extent to which we see ourselves.
Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself – this is called Lucifer.
No limits are set to the ascent of man, and to each and everyone the highest stands open. Here it is only your personal choice that decides.
One need ask only ‘What for? What am I to unify my being for?’ The reply is: Not for my own sake.
And if there were a devil it would not be one who decided against God, but one who, in eternity, came to no decision.
You should carefully observe the way toward which your heart draws you, then choose this way with all your strength.
Power abdicates only under stress of counter-power.
Inscrutably involved, we live in the currents of universal reciprocity.
One cannot in the nature of things expect a little tree that has been turned into a club to put forth leaves.
Creation happens to us, burns into us, changes us, we tremble and swoon, we submit. Creation – we participate in it, we encounter the creator, offer ourselves to him, helpers and companions.
The beating heart of the universe is holy joy.
Read the Bible as though it were something entirely unfamiliar, as though it had not been set before you ready-made. Face the book with a new attitude as something new.
Love is responsibility of an I for a You: in this consists what cannot consist in any feeling – the equality of all lovers...
When a man grows aware of a new way in which to serve God, he should carry it around with him secretly, and without uttering it, for nine months, as though he were pregnant with it, and let others know of it only at the end of that time, as though it were a birth.
Without being and remaining oneself, there is no love.
To him who knows how to read the legend, it conveys more truth than the chronicle.