The Whole Life Lies In The Verb

By Means Of All Created Things, Without Excaption, The Divine Assails Us, Penetrates Us, And Molds Us. We Imagined It As Distant And Inaccessible, When In Fact We Live Steeped In Its Burning Layers

In The Final Analysis, The Questions Of Why Bad Things Happen To Good People Transmutes Itself Into Some Very Different Questions, No Longer Asking Why Something Happened, But Asking How We Will Respond, What We Intend To Do Now That It Happened.

Growing Old Is Like Being Increasingly Penalized For A Crime You Haven't Committed.

My Starting Point Is The Fundamental Initial Fact That Each One Of Us Is Perforce Linked By All The Material Organic And Psychic Strands Of His Being To All That Surrounds Him. . . . If We Look Far Enough Back In The Depths Of Time, The Disordered Anthill Of Living Beings Suddenly, For An Informed Observer, Arranges Itself In Long Files That Make Their Way By Various Paths Towards Greater Consciousness.

A Universal Love Is Not Only Psychologically Possible; It Is The Only Complete And Final Way In Which We Are Able To Love.