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?

Since with all my soul I behold the face of my beloved, therefore all the beauty of his form is seen in me.

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.

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

Concepts create idols; only wonder understands anything.

For truly barren is profane education, which is always in labor but never gives birth. For what fruit worthy of such pangs does philosophy show for being so long in labor? Do not all who are full of wind and never come to term miscarry before they come to the light of the knowledge of God, although they could as well become men if they were not altogether hidden in the womb of barren wisdom?