Concepts create idols; only wonder understands anything.

For virtue is a light and buoyant thing, and all who live in her way fly like clouds as Isaiah says, and as doves with their young ones; but sin is a heavy affair, as another of the prophets says, sitting upon a talent of lead.

Concepts create idols of God, of whom only wonder can tell us anything.

The silent painting speaks on the walls and does much good.

God's name is not known; it is wondered at.

It is impossible for one to live without tears who considers things exactly as they are.

Sick, our nature demanded to be healed; fallen, to be raised up; dead, to rise again... Closed in the darkness, it was necessary to bring us the light; captives, we awaited a Savior... Are these things minor or insignificant? Did they not move God to descend to human nature and visit it, since humanity was in so miserable and unhappy a state?