Human Love Is Often But The Encounter

I Love Germany So Much I'm Glad There Are Two Of Them.

We Are, All Of Us, Molded And Remolded By Those Who Have Loved Us, And Though That Love May Pass, We Remain None The Less Their Work--a Work That Very Likely They Do Not Recognize, And Which Is Never Exactly What They Intended.

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

God Does Not Answer Our Desperate Questionings; He Simply Gives Us Himself.