When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

God has arranged everything in the universe in consideration of everything else.

All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.

Listen: there was once a king sitting on his throne. Around Him stood great and wonderfully beautiful columns ornamented with ivory, bearing the banners of the king with great honour. Then it pleased the king to raise a small feather from the ground, and he commanded it to fly. The feather flew, not because of anything in itself but because the air bore it along. Thus am I, a feather on the breath of God.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.

You are the mountain and the valley.

Rivers of living water are to be poured out over the whole world, to ensure that people, like fishes caught in a net, can be restored to wholeness.