An Animal's Eyes Have The Power To

You Can Rake The Muck This Way, Rake The Muck That Way-- It Will Always Be Muck. Have I Sinned Or Have I Not Sinned? In The Time I Am Brooding Over It, I Could Be Stringing Pearls For The Delight Of Heaven

Human Life And Humanity Come Into Being In Genuine Encounters. The Hope For This Hour Depends Upon The Renewal Of The Immediacy Of Dialogue Among Human Beings.

I Think No Human Being Can Give More Than This. Making Life Possible For The Other, If Only For A Moment.

The Work Produced Is A Thing Among Things, Able To Be Experienced And Described As A Sum Of Qualities. But From Time To Time It Can Face The Receptive Beholder In Its Whole Embodied Form.

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.