We do not want to merely “see” beauty. We want to be united with it, to receive it into ourselves, to become part of it.

Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

We ought to give thanks for all fortune: if it is good, because it is good; if bad, because it works in us patience, humility, contempt of this world and the hope of our eternal country.

You can be good for the mere sake of goodness; you cannot be bad for the mere sake of badness. You can do a kind action when you are not feeling kind and when it gives you no pleasure, simply because kindness is right; but no one ever did a cruel action simply because cruelty is wrong - only because cruelty is pleasant or useful to him, In other words, badness cannot succeed even in being bad in the same way in which goodness is good. Goodness is, so to speak, itself: badness is only spoiled goodness. And there must be something good first before it can be spoiled.

Something of God... flows into us from the blue of the sky, the taste of honey, the delicious embrace of water whether cold or hot, and even from sleep itself.