Those voices you hear are like the voice of a multitude, which lifts its sound on high; for jubilant praises, offered in simple harmony and charity, lead the faithful to that consonance in which is no discord, and make those who still live on earth sign with heart and voice for the heavenly reward.

Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of Divinity.

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

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

All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, emerging from God like the rays of the sun.

We cannot live in a world that is not our own, in a world that is interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a home. Part of the terror is to take back our own listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.

The earth which sustains humanity must not be injured. It must not be destroyed!