A person who lacks the verdancy of justice is dry, totally without tender goodness, totally without illuminating virtue.

The word stands for the body, but the symphony stands for the spirit.

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.

Just as a circle embraces all that is within it, so does the God-head embrace all. No one has the power to divide this circle, to surpass it, or to limit it.

All of creation is a song of praise to God.

I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.

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.