In order to speak to the world what I have heard, I am not bound to step into the street. I may remain standing in the door of my ancestral house. … - Martin Buber

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.

Avoid melancholy with all your might. It hurts the service of God more than sin. Satan takes less pleasure in sin than in a man's melancholy over having sinned again and so feeling that he is a slave to sin. Thus the Evil One has caught the poor soul in the net of despair.

A great relationship ... breaches the barriers of a lofty solitude, subdues its strict law, and throws a bridge from self-being to self-being across the abyss of dread of the universe.