I'm confused. Really, really confused.
The richness of God’s Word ought to determine our prayer, not the poverty of our heart.
When Christ calls a man, he bids him come and die.
Wherever there are sinners, the weak, the sorrowful, the poor in the world, that is where God goes.
God can make a new beginning with people whenever God pleases, but not people with God. Therefore, people cannot make a new beginning at all; they can only pray for one. Where people are on their own and live by their own devices, there is only the old, the past.
The church is not a religious community of worshippers of Christ but is Christ himself who has taken form among people.
We must be ready to allow ourselves to be interrupted by God. . . . . We must not. . . . . assume that our schedule is our own to manage, but allow it to be arranged by God.
To be able to work with actors who are doing such good work, not only makes it easier for you, but it makes you better.
You do not belong to you. You belong to the universe. The significance of you will remain forever obscure to you, but you may assume you are fulfilling your significance if you apply yourself to converting all you experience to highest advantage to others. Make the world work, for 100% of humanity, in the shortest possible time, through spontaneous cooperation, without ecological offense or the disadvantage of anyone.
There comes a time when you have to trust your own judgment, when you must close your eyes and let your instinct rule you.
But do you know this idea of the imaginary homeland? Once you set out from shore on your little boat, once you embark, you'll never truly be at home again. What you've left behind exists only in your memory, and your ideal place becomes some strange imaginary concoction of all you've left behind at every stop.