“Yet the abyss is not not infinite; its bottom may suddenly be discovered within the confines of a human heart or under the debris of might doubts.”

When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire kind people.

Man has indeed become primarily a tool-making animal, and the world is now a gigantic tool box for the satisfaction of his needs.

The self is not the hub but the spoke of the revolving wheel. It is precisely the function of prayer to shift the center of living from self-consciousness to self-surrender.

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.

Self-sufficiency, independence, the capacity to stand apart, to differ, to resist, and to defy-all are modes of being human.

There is happiness in the love of labor, there is misery in the love of gain.

Wonder or radical amazement is the chief characteristic of the religious man’s attitude toward history and nature.

The mystics, knowing that man is involved in a hidden history of the cosmos, endeavor to awake from the drowsiness and apathy and to regain the state of wakefulness for their enchanted souls.

Faith is not the clinging to a shrine but an endless pilgrimage of the heart.

The task of life is to face sacred moments.

The beginning of our happiness lies in the understanding that life without wonder is not worth living.

Awareness of the divine begins with wonder.

One of the major symptoms of the general crisis existent in our world today is our lack of sensitivity to words.

God is not nice. God is not an uncle. God is an earthquake.

The primary purpose of prayer is not to make requests. The primary purpose is to praise, to sing, to chant. Because the essence of prayer is a song, and man cannot live without a song.

The opposite of good is not evil, the opposite of good is indifference.

This is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. This is how magic is done. By hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering its a feather bed.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.

It is neither easy nor agreeable to dredge this abyss of viciousness, and yet I think it must be done, because what could be perpetrated yesterday could be attempted again tomorrow, could overwhelm us and our children.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

Infinity imagines curiosity from the wild abyss – Only the child makes a swing-set view of the worlds upside down.

Awareness naturally returns to its non-state of absolute unmanifest potential, the silent abyss beyond all knowing.

The anchor of meaning resides in an abyss, deeper than the reach of despair.