A story must be told in such a way that it constitutes help in itself. My grandfather was lame. Once they asked him to tell a story about his teacher. And he related how his teacher used to hop and… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
A story must be told in such a way that it constitutes help in itself. My grandfather was lame. Once they asked him to tell a story about his teacher. And he related how the holy Baal Shem used to… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
This is the sacrifice: the endless possibility that is offered up on the altar of the form... — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
Greatness by nature includes a power, but not a will to power. ... The great man, whether we comprehend him in the most intense… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
You can rake the muck this way, rake the muck that way-- it will always be muck. Have I sinned or have I not… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
What has to be given up is not the I, as most mystics suppose: this I is indispensable for any relationship, including the highest,… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
To begin with oneself but not to end with onself. To start from oneself but not to aim at oneself. — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveller is unaware. — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
The concept of guilt is found most powerfully developed even in the most primitive communal forms which we know... the man is guilty who… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
This is the eternal origin of art that a human being confronts a form that wants to become a work through him. Not a… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
God is the "mysterium tremendum," that appears and overthrows, but he is also the mystery of the self-evident, nearer to me than my I. — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
No limits are set to the ascent of man, and to each and everyone the highest stands open. Here it is only your personal… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
But when a man draws a lifeless thing into his passionate longing for dialogue, lending it independence and as it were a soul, then… — Martin Buber Copy Share Image
