All Actual Life Is Encounter.

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.

Without Being And Remaining Oneself, There Is No Love.

We Should Stake Our Whole Existence On Our Willingness To Explore And Experience.

In The Ice Of Solitude Man Becomes Most Inexorably A Question To Himself, And Just Because The Question Pitilessly Summons And Draws Into Play His Most Secret Life He Becomes An Experience To Himself.

This Is The Sacrifice: The Endless Possibility That Is Offered Up On The Altar Of The Form.