Snippets
When I’m at a loss for words, I turn to others’ words. The following is a selection of snippets from a rather diverse group of authors, which I had saved for future reference. Mostly they are about love and prayer and spiritual life. But first, for those not acquainted with the strange inner world of a writer, this brief statement on the ease of it all: “Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead” (Gene Fowler).
“Duty without love makes one morose. Responsibility without love makes one callous. Righteousness without love makes one hard. Truth without love makes one hypercritical. Upbringing without love makes one inconsistent. Cleverness without love makes one cunning. Friendliness without love makes one deceitful. Order without love makes one petty. Expertise without love makes one a know-it-all. Power without love makes one arrogant. Property without love makes one stingy. Faith without love makes one fanatical.”(Lao-tzu)
“Once Rabbi Levi Yitzhak of Berdythev, while visiting a city, went to a synagogue. Arriving at the gate he refused to enter. When his disciples inquired what was wrong with the synagogue, they received the reply: ‘The synagogue is full of words of Torah and prayer.’ This seemed the highest praise to his disciples, and even more reason to enter the synagogue. When they questioned him further, Rabbi Levi Yitzhak explained: ‘Words uttered without fear, uttered without love, do not rise to heaven. I sense that the synagogue is full of Torah and full of prayer.”
(Abraham Heschel)
“I am, indeed, far from agreeing with those who think all religious fear is barbarous and degrading and demand that it should be banished from the spiritual life. Perfect love, we know, casts out fear. But so do several other things—ignorance, alcohol, passion, presumption, and stupidity. It is very desirable that we should all advance to that perfection of love in which we shall fear no longer; but it is very undesirable, until we have reached that stage, that we should allow any inferior agent to cast out our fear.”
(C.S. Lewis)
“I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door; I talk on, in the same posture of praying; eyes lifted up; knees bowed down; as though I prayed to God; and, if God, or his Angels should ask me, when I thought last of God in that prayer, I cannot tell: Sometimes I find that I had forgot what I was about, but when I began to forget, I cannot tell.”
(John Donne)
“[Rabbi Menahem Mendel] comments on the following text from the Talmud: ‘When Nebuchadnezzer, the mighty king of Babylonia, wanted to sing praises to God, an angel came and slapped him in the face.’ Menahem Mendel asks: ‘Why did the king deserve to be slapped, if his intention was to sing God’s praises?’ He responds in God’s voice: ‘You want to sing praises while you are wearing a crown? Let me hear how you praise Me after having been slapped in the face!’ The paradox of a transcendent deity is that even as God is hidden from the world, God is present everywhere in it. Not just in light, but in darkness. Not just in the raptures of joy, but in
the heart of pain. It is too easy to have faith when life is good. Meaningful faith occurs when we disregard ourselves, when we believe in God despite our own hardship and suffering… Like the tiny dots that constitute Georges Seurat’s famous painting, A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, those experiences in our lives that up close seem so uncomfortable, anarchic, and disorienting are, from a distance, actually essential components of a beautiful and harmonious creation. That which appears as darkness to us may very well be the beacon of our redemption.”
(Niles Elliot Goldstein)
“Long periods of well-being and comfort are in general dangerous to all. After such prolonged periods, weak souls become incapable of weathering any kind of trial. They are afraid of it. Yet it is a fact that difficult trials and sufferings can facilitate the growth of the soul. I know there is a widespread feeling that if we highly value suffering this is masochism. On the contrary, it is a significant bravery when we respect suffering and understand the value of the burdens it places on our soul.”
(Alexandr Solzhenitsyn)
“The matter is quite simple. The Bible is very easy to understand. But we Christians are a bunch of scheming swindlers. We pretend to be unable to understand it because we know very well that the minute we understand we are obliged to act accordingly. Take any words in the New Testament and forget everything except pledging yourself to act accordingly. My God, you will say, if I do that my whole life will be ruined. Herein lies the real place of Christian scholarship. Christian scholarship is the Church’s prodigious invention to defend itself against the Bible, to ensure that we can continue to be good Christians without the Bible coming too close. Dreadful it is to fall into the hands of the living God. Yes, it is even dreadful to be alone with the New Testament.”
(Soren Kierkegaard)
“St Therese of Lisieux…would take her moments of pain or annoyance or sadness and offer them to God, believing that they became united with God’s love, united, that is, with something infinitely powerful which works always for the betterment of man… She knew…what Dostoevsky knew: there’s a kind of web around the world, an electric web in which we’re all united in suffering and in love. When you give to it what you have, you add to the communion of love all around the world.”
(Peggy Noonan)
“At some thoughts one stands perplexed—especially at the sight of men’s sin—and wonders whether one should use force or humble love. Always decide to use humble love. If you resolve on that, once and for all, you may subdue the whole world. Loving humility is marvelously strong, the strongest of all things, and there is nothing else like it… Brothers, love is a teacher, but one must know how to acquire it, for it is hard to acquire; it is dearly bought; it is won by slow, long labor. We must love not only occasionally, or for a moment, but for ever…
(Fyodor Dostoevsky)




