One Cannot In The Nature Of Things

Feelings Dwell In Man; But Man Dwells In His Love. That Is No Metaphor, But The Actual Truth. Love Does Not Cling To The I In Such A Way As To Have The Thou Only For Its " Content," Its Object; But Love Is Between I And Thou. The Man Who Does Not Know This, With His Very Being Know This, Does Not Know Love; Even Though He Ascribes To It The Feelings He Lives Through, Experiences, Enjoys, And Expresses.

In Spite Of All Similarities, Every Living Situation Has, Like A Newborn Child, A New Face, That Has Never Been Before And Will Never Come Again. It Demands Of You A Reaction That Cannot Be Prepared Beforehand. It Demands Nothing Of What Is Past. It Demands Presence, Responsibility; It Demands You.

The Perfection Of Any Matter, The Highest Or The Lowest, Touches On The Divine.

There Is No Room For God In Him Who Is Full Of Himself.

God Made So Many Different Kinds Of People; Why Would God Allow Only One Way To Worship?