Life has taught us that love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
The notion of looking on at life has always been hateful to me. What am I if I am not a participant? In order to be, I must participate.
For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.
For there is but one problem - the problem of human relations. We forget that there is no hope or joy except in human relations.
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction.
A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
What saves a man is to take a step. Then another step.