All Actual Life Is Encounter.

I Have To Tell It Again And Again: I Have No Doctrine. I Only Point Out Something. I Point Out Reality, I Point Out Something In Reality Which Has Not Or Too Little Been Seen. I Take Him Who Listens To Me At His Hand And Lead Him To The Window. I Push Open The Window And Point Outside. I Have No Doctrine, I Carry On A Dialogue.

Everyone Has In Him Something Precious That Is In No One Else.

There Is Something That Can Be Found In One Place. It Is A Great Treasure Which May Be Called The Fulfillment Of Existence. The Place Where This Treasure Can Be Found Is The Place Where One Stands

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

As Long As The Firmament Of The You Is Spread Over Me, The Tempests Of Causality Cower At My Heels, And Whirl Of Doom Congeals.