When I Meet A Man,

Creation Is Not A Hurdle On The Road To God, It Is The Road Itself.

In The Ice Of Solitude Man Becomes Most Inexorably A Question To Himself, And Just Because The Question Pitilessly Summons And Draws Into Play His Most Secret Life He Becomes An Experience To Himself.

Let Us, Cautious In Diction, And Mighty In Contradiction, Love Powerfully.

What Has To Be Given Up Is Not The I, As Most Mystics Suppose: This I Is Indispensable For Any Relationship, Including The Highest, Which Always Presupposes An I And You.

Eclipse Of The Light Of Heaven, Eclipse Of God - Such Indeed Is The Character Of The Historic Hour Through Which The World Is Now Passing