Power Abdicates Only Under The Stress Of

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.

The World Is Not Divine Sport, It Is Divine Destiny. There Is A Divine Meaning Of The World, Of Man, Of Human Persons, Of You And Me.

One Cannot In The Nature Of Things Expect A Little Tree That Has Been Turned Into A Club To Put Forth Leaves.

Man Is Like A Tree. If You Stand In Front Of A Tree And Watch It Incessantly, To See How It Grows, And To See How Much It Has Grown, You Will See Nothing At All. But Tend It At All Times, Prune The Runners And Keep It Free Of Beetles And Worms, And All In Good Time-it Will Come Into Its Growth. It Is The Same With Man: All That Is Necessary Is For Him To Overcome His Obstacles, And He Will Thrive And Grow. But It Is Not Right To Examine Him Hour After Hour To See How Much Has Already Been Added To His Stature.

When I Confront A Human Being As My Thou And Speak The Basic Word I-thou To Him, Then He Is No Thing Among Things Nor Does He Consist Of Things. He Is No Longer He Or She, A Dot In The World Grid Of Space And Time, Nor A Condition To Be Experienced And Described, A Loose Bundle Of Named Qualities. Neighborless And Seamless, He Is Thou And Fills The Firmament. Not As If There Were Nothing But He; But Everything Else Lives In His Light.