A person who lacks the verdancy of justice is dry, totally without tender goodness, totally without illuminating virtue.
The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.
Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.
The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.
Holy persons draw to themselves all that is earthly.
If one intends to make beer from oats, it is prepared with hops.