“The riches of the soul are stored up in its memory. this is the test of character, not whether a man follows the daily fashion, but whether the past is alive in his present.”

Those of faith who plant sacred thoughts in the uplands of time, the secret gardeners of the Lord in mankind’s desolate hopes, may slacken and tarry but rarely betray their vocation.

To be spiritual is to be amazed.

I am still so surprised! That is why I am against it. We must learn to be surprised.

The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

The essence of man is not what he is, but in what he is able to be.

Understanding God is not attained by calling into session all arguments for and against Him, in order to debate whether He is a reality or a figment of the mind.

There are no two hours alike. Every hour is unique and the only one given at the moment, exclusive and endlessly precious.

Morally speaking, there is no limit to the concern one must feel for the suffering of human beings, that indifference to evil is worse than evil itself, that in a free society, some are guilty, but all are responsible.

It is not a psychical quality, something that exists in the mind only, but a force from the beyond.

As civilization advances, the sense of wonder declines. Such decline is an alarming symptom of our state of mind.

Man’s sin is in his failure to live what he is. Being the master of the earth, man forgets that he is the servant of God.

It is a day on which we are called upon to share in what is eternal in time, to turn from the results of creation to the mystery of creation; from the world of creation to the creation of the world.

Prayer may not save us. But prayer may make us worthy of being saved.

Indifference to evil is more insidious than evil itself. It is a silent justification affording evil acceptability in society.

Friendship, a puzzle to the syllogistic and critical mentality, is not based on experiments or tests of another person’s qualities but on trust.

There is no answer to Auschwitz…To try to answer is to commit a supreme blasphemy. Israel enables us to bear the agony of Auschwitz without radical despair

He found a formula for drawing comic rabbits: This formula for drawing comic rabbits paid. Till in the end he could not change the tragic habits This formula for drawing comic rabbits made.

You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

Tis not to see the world As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes, And heart profoundly stirred; And weep, and feel the fullness of the past, The years that are not more.

That which we remember is, more often than not, that which we would like to have been; or that which we hope to be. Thus our memory and our identity are ever at odds; our history ever a tale told by inattentive idealists.

Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.

Memory is quite central for me. Part of it is that I like the actual texture of writing through memory.

Location has energy; time has memory. If you do something at the same time every day, it becomes easier and natural. If you do something in the same space every day, it becomes easier and natural.

Tears like flame slide down my skin, they burn like the memory of you.